Dear God, it's like walking your eyeballs through Treacle! Dreadful book. The word 'enjoy' doesn't even enter into it!
Unless, like I said, you're a masochist. You know, enjoying pain?
I had to admit, though, d'Anconia was interesting, and a few characters here and there. But, as I mentioned in a blog I did on another forum while reading Atlas Shrugged
, the Aristocracy of Pull has got to be one of the biggest unintentional double entendres in the whole of literature. Oh, and I giggled a bit at the train being destroyed in the tunnel. But seriously, why is Galt considered a hero when he indirectly causes the death of millions who were neither so-called looters or moochers?
As far as philosophical novels are concerned, Atlas Shrugged
, to quote Little Dorrit
, is an example of How NOT To Do It.
What book would I point to as a philosophical novel that is better? I'd probably choose Stanislaw Lem's Solaris