Saturday, December 26, 2009

Fountainhead redux

Saurabh's comment to an earlier post on adaptation of great books into movies reminded of how bad some people find Ayn Rand's literature. Ayn Rand, in their opinion, cannot get through a scenario in under 50 million words (yeah, she's verbose!), always sketches the female protagonists as an image of herself, bashes any normalcy in our society, glorifies rape and justifies anarchist behavior that would put anarchists to shame. To top that, the cult of Ryan-ists is such an ego-centric, self-worshipping bunch that just reading their profiles would make your day.

PS: THIS TOPS
If your words are a meaningful progression of concepts rather than a series of vocalizations induced by your spinal cord for the purpose of complementing my tone of voice. If you’ve seen the meatbot, the walking automaton, the pod-people, the dense, glazy-eyed substrate through which living organisms such as myself must escape to reach air and sunlight. If you’ve realized that if speech is to be regarded as a cognitive function, technically they aren’t speaking, and you don’t have to listen.


IMHO
The Fountainhead was the story of a socially-crippled-but-talented Howard Roark. I won't go into discussing his Mauvaise Foi, but he surely seemed deluded. The good bits in the novel were outside of it - the 12-page introduction, for example, which was so lucid yet powerful... have you read it with that same affection?
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