So I started reading Atlas Shrugged a little more over a week ago. I'm on page 130, and it fucking sucks.
The antagonists are strawmen, the protagonists are one dimensional, hell, all the characters are one dimensional, and the text is as purple as a Canadian sunset.
Seriously, if it takes an entire page to describe a piece of freaking music, (And this text isn't big, in fact it's quite the opposite) then maybe it's time to look back over your book and cut some of the unnecessary adjectives. Reading this book makes me want to tear my eyeballs out and bounce the against a wall for the entertainment value. It's about as stimulating as counting the bricks in a brick wall. Another thing I freaking hate about the text is how Ayn Rand always gives things some sort of indescribability. "He didn't know why this happened, but it did." "Their eyes flickered with an emotion she couldn't quite place." "She wasn't quite sure why the object fascinated her, but. . ." Blah blah blah, so on so forth. I don't mind writers taking this way out a few times a book, or even one or two times a chapter, but this nitwit used it every second paragraph.
Ayn Rand tries to sell her philosophy by creating characters that exhibit the qualities she dislikes, and then making them do stupid shit. Like the part where Hank Rearden gives his brother's charity ten thousand dollars, and his brother handwaves it and keeps acting like he shared a womb with a douchebag. No Ayn Rand, that's that's not how most charity workers act, and yes charity is a good thing. If I wanted to argue that Hitler was a nice guy I wouldn't write a one thousand paged novel in which people insult Hitler and then go on to stick sparklers in their eyeballs.
I know the book is supposed to be turning us to Ayn Rands way of thinking and that's why she didn't bother making the characters a bit more easy to care about, but other people have done it way better than her. These people were also not trying to push a philosophy that was COMPLETELY RETARDED. Oh my god, so many things about the message of this book make me want to shoot myself for being on the same planet that this pretentious piece of trash was written. I mean, trees died for this bullshit! A lot of them, too!
And this whole "Who is John Galt?" crap! I have a better question; "WHO FUCKING CARES?!"
Ayn Rand was a pompous cunt and I'm glad she died long ago so we won't have to deal with any more of her bullshit.
TL;DR Version: I hate Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged."
Shit, this was much longer than I expected it to be. . . . Guess I really hate that book.