Thank you Ayn Rand. Timeless for us few, and encouraging for the remainder. I need to type 7 more words for Amazon to accept what I finished in 13.
Just a stupid truck driver.
I loved the reading of this work of literary genius by Christopher Hurt. He gave each character a unique voice and didn't hesitate or stutter between characters during conversation.
As far as the story, I think Atlas Shrugged is better, but this book makes a lot of great points, too, but in a more subtle way, via the personalities of each of the characters.
Excellent choice of narrator for a classic story. Interesting character study as well as examination of intellectual ideals. Highly recommend.
I was pleasantly surprised that a novel written so long ago could be so awesome and timeless. Thank you Audible.com for making this available.
The Fountainhead really opens your eyes to the way many people tend to live their lives putting a major focus on what others say or think as opposed to being original and living their life. Wholly unashamed of their position not needing any approval to be themselves.
Thoreau's 'Walden' and Ayn Rand's 25th anniversary introduction to 'The Fountainhead' summarize my library well.
This was my first Rand novel. It was a coin flip between this and Atlas Shrugged where if I liked one, I would read the other. The Fountainhead was not without imperfections, but was well worth the time and credit.
Rand is over-the-top and polarized with her individualist message, creating characters and scenes that are too fantastic to be rooted in reality, but it serves her message quite well.
Hurt's narration was not great, but still good. Toohey was Hurt's best character; Keating's dismantling was unforgettable: a chilling warning to the "secondhanders" of the world and cause for deep introspection, well worth the 30 hours to get there.
I could have done without the endless details of her characters. Fortunately that was offset by her wonderful scene and setting descriptions, the researched architectural details adding an educational edge to the story. (At the time I was reading this, my wife and I had just purchased a new house, making for a unique personal experience.)
My greatest takeaway though may have come in the first ten minutes, in Rand's introduction to the 25th anniversary of the book:
"Certain writers, of whom I am one, do not live, think or write on the range of the moment. Novels, in the proper sense of the word, are not written to vanish in a month or a year. That most of them do, today, that they are written and published as if they were magazines, to fade as rapidly, is one of the sorriest aspects of today's literature, and one of the clearest indictments of its dominant esthetic philosophy: concrete-bound, journalistic Naturalism which has now reached its dead end in the inarticulate sounds of panic."
I couldn't have put my own similar thoughts into words any better. Atlas Shrugged is on my wishlist.