The Fountainhead

Oct 16, 2006 14:08

Cynics are sometimes the most idealistic of idealists - they are idealists turned bitter.

And then there are idealists who are not idealists at all or idealistic, but exist to be and to do that which is the ultimate, the pure.

I haven't finished the book yet. I will finish it and then complete this post.. I find some things very interesting about my reaction to that book. But let me complete it first.

I also think that institutionalising anything or anyone who stands for freedom is antithetical to the original cause. I mean, there is really no point.

The Promised Edit.

I'm sick of it, I'm really sick of all the convoluted- all of it that is suggestion, all of which I am supposed to comprehend. The complexity of it, of something that tries to weave through a hundred other issues and then sneak up on me from the back, I cannot understand them. I cannot comprehend that lady's behaviour, of torturing herself and seeking torture for everyone else, and she sees it as some kind of delivverance.

Ok, it's not that bad. But the thing is, I can attempt to understand what she does and who she is in my way, but I'm not sure that will encompass all of it. I can't understand all the complicated statements they make to eachother in their conversation.

That's because it's not literal - nothing about that book and its characters and its stories is literal. The Fountainhead is not about skyscrapers and building buildings, not in the least. It's not about the 1920's and 30's, not about america, not about new york, not about architecture and newspapermen. It's all a complicated fable made to look like a novel, and it's all so carefully constructed to lay before you the truth, the cover peeled off piece by piece and you're forced to watch that exposure.

I want to lie down on the terrace and watch the stars and not read this book.

Oh, about my interesting reaction. I found somewhere halfway through the book that my initial opinion of every character was completely reversed by the time I was halfway through. I am not done with it yet, I have no clue if they will be re-reversed again, let's see.

books, life

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