Yeah, that’s one of the major criticisms of her book, that the poor honest robber-barons were being exploited by the mean old federal regulations, which has nothing to do with the real world.
One of the things I find incredibly interesting about Rand and her followers is that Rand is rather good at capturing the spirit of the envious and the bureaucratic, but not very good at making likeable heroes. They tend to be the Steve Jobs sort- it’s nice that he exists somewhere far away from me and will sell me things, and he should be as unregulated as possible, but I’d rather not work for him or be his friend.
And so when I’ve gone to Objectivist meetings, most people there have the same hatreds and same resentments and feel them pretty strongly, but that seems to be the primary binding factor, rather than interest in rationality or personal kindness or shared goals. (I’m not counting everyone wanting to make a bunch of money for themselves as a shared goal.)
Rand looks like she’s talking about production, but her real interest is in envy. And I agree with her that it’s a terrible thing we shouldn’t reward.
I’ve always thought—even when I was fourteen and reading it for the first time—that Atlas Shrugged would have been a better book along every conceivable dimension if Dagny and Rearden had told Galt where to stuff it when they got the chance. Never mind what would have happened later. The guy had all the personality of a wind-up pocketwatch; more importantly, though, (allegedly) charismatic figures brandishing totalizing economic ideologies and apocalyptic predictions tend to get a lot of people killed, and Rand as a child of the Soviets should have known that. Bright engineers and executives that actually struggle and solve problems on-page and appear to feel empathy are a lot more fun to read about.
Of course, then it wouldn’t have been a Rand book. You wouldn’t be too far wrong if you said—of any of her books—that all the economic and political content was window dressing for her depiction of her ideal man, and not the other way around.
One of the things I find incredibly interesting about Rand and her followers is that Rand is rather good at capturing the spirit of the envious and the bureaucratic, but not very good at making likeable heroes. They tend to be the Steve Jobs sort- it’s nice that he exists somewhere far away from me and will sell me things, and he should be as unregulated as possible, but I’d rather not work for him or be his friend.
And so when I’ve gone to Objectivist meetings, most people there have the same hatreds and same resentments and feel them pretty strongly, but that seems to be the primary binding factor, rather than interest in rationality or personal kindness or shared goals. (I’m not counting everyone wanting to make a bunch of money for themselves as a shared goal.)
Rand looks like she’s talking about production, but her real interest is in envy. And I agree with her that it’s a terrible thing we shouldn’t reward.
I’ve always thought—even when I was fourteen and reading it for the first time—that Atlas Shrugged would have been a better book along every conceivable dimension if Dagny and Rearden had told Galt where to stuff it when they got the chance. Never mind what would have happened later. The guy had all the personality of a wind-up pocketwatch; more importantly, though, (allegedly) charismatic figures brandishing totalizing economic ideologies and apocalyptic predictions tend to get a lot of people killed, and Rand as a child of the Soviets should have known that. Bright engineers and executives that actually struggle and solve problems on-page and appear to feel empathy are a lot more fun to read about.
Of course, then it wouldn’t have been a Rand book. You wouldn’t be too far wrong if you said—of any of her books—that all the economic and political content was window dressing for her depiction of her ideal man, and not the other way around.