Anonymous
10/13/2025, 8:27:06 AM
No.24796781
I loved this book so much. The prose, the relentless driving ahead, the characters, the epic scale, the fucking quarry and the valley of vacation homes and all the architecture, it completely changed what I want out of literature. I inhale this book like it's crack smoke and I am giddy every time I finish it.
I loved it so much that I read Atlas Shrugged.
Dear god Atlas Shrugged was the worst fucking thing I've ever read. Where the Fountainhead was passionate and eloquent, Atlas Shrugged was like getting ranted at by a meth addict who trapped you in her trailer and made you listen endlessly to her rants about her theory on money and why she was spending a dollar and how it made her feel good to spend a dollar and to work for a dollar and it was her dollar and since it was her dollar she could spend it as an exercise of her autonomy but once that greedy evil government wanted to touch her dollar everyone would starve. But x30. Because she'd make a speech, and when she'd finish a speech she'd start the same fucking speech over by a different character. I couldn't finish it all the way through, I had to skim the last third after choking down the second third.
Like I said, it was like having a methed out theorist endlessly ranting. Why? Because as it so happened Rand was on amphetimines the whole time--during her writing of atlas shrugged she was tweaking so hard that her friends started to hate her, she was always causing fights and ranting and not sleeping and just jawing at the bit. But despite how fucking awful that book was and how rotted her brain had gotten, neocons took that shit and jerked themselves off with it because it justified their most rancid selfishness. It made me sad, to see that my favorite book had been followed by my least favorite and that the most cancerous individuals (who exemplify everything negative Rand portrayed in the Fountainhead) had become her best friends.
The rape scene just shows that Rand was very horny, which is endemic of human existence. I am also very horny and want to be raped but by a redheaded woman architect. In that way she and I are the same.
I loved it so much that I read Atlas Shrugged.
Dear god Atlas Shrugged was the worst fucking thing I've ever read. Where the Fountainhead was passionate and eloquent, Atlas Shrugged was like getting ranted at by a meth addict who trapped you in her trailer and made you listen endlessly to her rants about her theory on money and why she was spending a dollar and how it made her feel good to spend a dollar and to work for a dollar and it was her dollar and since it was her dollar she could spend it as an exercise of her autonomy but once that greedy evil government wanted to touch her dollar everyone would starve. But x30. Because she'd make a speech, and when she'd finish a speech she'd start the same fucking speech over by a different character. I couldn't finish it all the way through, I had to skim the last third after choking down the second third.
Like I said, it was like having a methed out theorist endlessly ranting. Why? Because as it so happened Rand was on amphetimines the whole time--during her writing of atlas shrugged she was tweaking so hard that her friends started to hate her, she was always causing fights and ranting and not sleeping and just jawing at the bit. But despite how fucking awful that book was and how rotted her brain had gotten, neocons took that shit and jerked themselves off with it because it justified their most rancid selfishness. It made me sad, to see that my favorite book had been followed by my least favorite and that the most cancerous individuals (who exemplify everything negative Rand portrayed in the Fountainhead) had become her best friends.
The rape scene just shows that Rand was very horny, which is endemic of human existence. I am also very horny and want to be raped but by a redheaded woman architect. In that way she and I are the same.