Reading Ayn Rand (once again...), and more specifically, The Fountaihead, I am constantly reminded of certain things. Firstly, all those perfect people lack any and all responsibility to anyone but themselves. This is how it should be- but is often not, in the real world. Look at Howard Roark- he had no relations, no one he owed anything to. Hank Rearden did have a mother- a straight out obnoxious one. What her books lack is the grey areas, the middle ground. Then, whatever else she may be, feminist she is not. All the main characters are men... isn't it strange how the strongest of women are willing to concede that the world is dominated by men and leave it at that? Another thought. All the people who are 'human' in her world are doing what they have been doing since the age of ten. Roark- who wanted to be an architect from that age, Wynand- who started at the age of fifteen for a newspaper, a chance photographer 'who loved his work' and had been using a camera since the time he was eight... This, by the way, only makes me want to continue writing for the rest of my life. And then- her works are the most powerful statements for atheism, something I believe in but can justify only logically, not as wondeerfully as she does. And yes, I know I'm blabbering... hell, she is amazing... |
ever heard of qualia?