on Rand and The Fountainhead

I always think of The Fountainhead like a great comic book redone as a novel. Or something like that. The characters are so extremist, the style and passion attractive.. it’s got epic intensity. I guess if you really dig into Rand’s ideas about reality it gets nutty or whatever, but I don’t give a fuck about that. Nor do I have to. So, fuck off with your knee-jerk judgement because I read a goddamn book.

Anyway, I tried reading Atlast Shrugged later, and I felt like it was the exact same book. Only about trains. And longer somehow. So, I got bored and stopped reading. I think I gave up while riding a train, actually..