The Fountainhead

I'm rereading the Fountainhead. This will be a difficult book blog, because 'The Fountainhead' is one of those books that you really want to see the facial expressions of the person your communicating about it with. Truth is, i like the fountainhead a lot. Yes, the constant push of objectionism gets old quick, but i read the book first when i didn't know about Rand or her philosophy, and i appreciated the book as exceptional characters surviving in fifties society. I don't think there is really any need to get up in arms about Ayn Rand, and i don't want to talk about or participate in her philosophy. Her books, on the other hand.

As far fetched as Objectionism is, Ayn is really good at creating passionate indignation in a girl. Some of her speeches are just flat persuasive. This is partly because she is the queen of logical fallacies. Seriously, sometimes she just flat out lies, but since her work is fiction, and its Howard Roark claiming whatever, not Rand. Obligatory Ayn Rand hate fest '09 behind us, i love this book. I love the characters, who are fleshed out so refreshingly, and the speeches, and her descriptions are amazing. Since I'm not about to summarize the fountain heads entire plot, i will just quote my favorite 2 quotes in the first 2 pages. first, in her description of Howard Roark, who stands at the edge of a cliff over a lake which reflects the sky; "a contemptuous mouth, shut tight, the mouth of an executioner or a saint." that description stayed with me throughout the book, and played a huge role in how i perceived Roark. The other quote is this "He stepped to the edge, raised his arms, and dived down into the sky below."
Now that, that is just pretty.