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
"What have you been doing since you stole that antique TARDIS of yours, since you first landed on Skaro? Shouting 'Look at me!!! I'm not fighting a war!', while you battle the Daleks all the way through space and time."