to justify individualism.” 7Rand’s prose struck Wilson as “too wordy” and he had, on that former occasion, “given it up.” 8 an immensely long speech, made over the radio by a man called John Galt. 6Turning to Atlas, Wilson writes, “I remembered that I had seen some of this book before. He stood naked at the edge of a cliff,” and so forth. He responded that he had never heard of Rand, whereupon, as he writes, “somebody presented me with paperback copies of her two major novels, The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged-the latter more than 1,000 pages long.” 5Delving into the former, Wilson found himself “immediately put off by the rhetorical tone of the opening,” which he quotes: “Howard Roark laughed. 4He first became conscious of Rand’s work while lecturing in America in the autumn of 1961 university students would ask him his opinion about her. The British writer Colin Wilson gives a typical account. This spectacle is the book’s secret, which the present essay aims to investigate. No account of Ayn Rand’s (1905–1982) sprawling, morally incoherent end-of-the-world story Atlas Shrugged (1957) 3can begin elsewhere than in an acknowledgment of the way in which the novel’s fascinating spectacle can draw a reader in despite himself. “When the SS torturer becomes the villain of the war film, he is turned into a sacrificial figure, a scapegoat, structural equivalent of the Jud Süss in Nazi cinema.” victory over desire, victory over Promethean pride.”

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