Well. I’m finally done.
Finally, after weeks of alternating thrilling enjoyment and throw-the-book-across-the-room indignation, I have finished Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged.
I should warn those of you who haven’t read the book that although I really will try not to give spoilers, I don’t know if it’s even possible to review this book at all without giving spoilers. The whole mystery of even the basic plot itself was part of what made the book really fun in the beginning – so if you’re the kind of person who believes in having the certain “right” kind of experience out of a book (like me), you might want to just not read this at all. But if you’re feeling brave, read on…
I have a sneaking suspicion that Ayn Rand might have actually been slightly insane. At first I was totally all for everything her characters were saying about capitalism – until they started applying their principles of economy to every other facet of life. Her ideas get kind of disgusting, actually. But as far as that discussion goes, I’ll just leave it there – I don’t want to get started on my disagreements with her philosophy when I have so much to say about the actual literature.
