I have to preface this with the statement that Ayn Rand saved my life. When in my teens and deeply depressed, not least because of being gifted in a school system that institutionally disapproved of such on top of being extremely lonely and neurotic on top of all the problems inherent in the protracted emotional puberty that is the norm in our society--I read her novella
Anthem.
Then I read it again and again and again. It was a psychic injection of anti-depressants, the emotional equivalent of suddenly elevated blood sugar. Reading that work did much to let me survive.
Having said that--and having read all of Rand's fiction and much of her non-fiction--I must say that Rand's philosophy is seriously flawed. Part of that is tone. She did not seek to persuade, but to convert. Her way was not to question anyone else's ideas but to condemn, vilify and mock. Likewise, she possessed little self-knowledge and projected her own tastes onto the world, insisting that approach things (even deeply personal matters as sexuality or taste in music) in any way other than her own was some brand of
Evil.
Frankly, I think many of her ideas are inherently flawed to say the least. She seemed to have little understanding of nuance, was far from an expert on many subjects about which she issued edicts, and made sweeping judgments with a very broad brush.
Which is not say she wasn't brilliant (she was), that at her best her fiction is not riveting (it most certainly can be), that she wasn't a startling and original artist (again, she very much was).
But her personality infused her philosophy, and most of her adherents seem to have embraced the most problematical of her tendencies as holy writ. For example, Objectivists in general like to accuse others of "irreducable evil" as in "a concept or belief that cannot be advocated without the advocate acting from an immoral motive." Now, this frankly is nonsense. Human beings are more complex than that, by a couple of orders of magnitude. More, it is a tool to condemn rather than understand, to alienate rather than teach, to feed vanity rather than arrive at any useful truth or policy. Rand herself never saw this. Her "intellectual heir" Leonard Peikoff (frankly, an intellectual pygmy IMHO) would never question it. Most Objectivists that I know find in the Movement an excuse for calling themselves the
Uberman. No matter how sterile their actual achievements, they identify with Howard Roark, with John Galt, with Francisco d'Anconia. How many think of themselves as Cheryl Taggart or Eddie Willers? For that matter, how many exhibit the trait so common in Rand's heroes of feeling pride in doing simple, honest work even if menial?
At heart, Objectivism envisions a society that can only work if the vast majority are Objectivists -- a futile hope. Rand's ideas
in their fundamentals have some real value. They certainly are worthy of discussion. Sadly, those who consider themselves Missionaries (I'm not kidding--these people try to settle arguments by looking up what Rand said, i.e. an argument from authority) of her ideology for the most part discourage actual discussion or debate. This is a cue they picked up from Rand herself.
Rand ended her life so hyper-critical of the world she found it impossible to simply read a book, driven to rage and distraction every single time anyone else made a "mistake." Her bout with lung cancer began with her telling a doctor that all those statistics about smoking were meaningless -- but when the diagnosis came in she put out her cigarette and quit cold turkey on the spot (methinks very few of her adherents would have that kind of courage and strength-of-will). The less said about the train wreck of her personal life, the better.
But again -- let us not forget that at her best she was a extremely powerful and moving author. She's not for everyone (this is a concept she would probably have trouble with) but at her best she reaches right into some people's hearts and souls, lighting a fire of hope and joy. No small feat. Tragically, her artistic impulses came to be short-circuited by her intellect. The opening of Book Four of
The Fountainhead -- a passage nearly every fan of the novel mentions with praise and fervor -- she regarded as a silly piece of self-indulgence. She did not trust her intuition, so never learned how to use it, to wield it, to mine it. So, in time, she lost contact with it.
I do not dismiss Ayn Rand or her works. Nor do I encourage others to do so. But, like everything, take it with a grain of salt and eyes open. She did not have all the answers. No one does. But she does ask important questions, and some of her answers have the ring of truth while others are very worthwhile to consider. Just don't make a doctrine out of her words.
Un-clicking my soapbox icon now...