I read Atlas Shrugged about 10 years ago and I recently got interested in reading The Fountainhead.
I think it's a worthwhile endeavor. A lot of leading Republicans are fans, and some of them are devotees. It helps to know what arguments they think are convincing even if you don't find them convincing at all.
ruby, you'll soon discover that Ayn Rand's heroes are sociopaths. They don't care about other people and don't understand why they should. They're selfish assholes, even the ones the reader is supposed to like. You will find little to admire about Roark, but have fun reading Ayn Rand going on and on about how people like us don't deserve to even look upon the products of such genius.
The thing that struck me, particularly in
Atlas Shrugged was that the success or failure of any risky activity was entirely determined by the character's adherence (or otherwise) to Rand's brand of morality.
Everything the heroes touched turned to gold; Invent a new alloy? It will be stronger and more durable than steel. Encounter a red 'danger' signal on the railroad? If you are Dagny, you can order the engineer to proceed through it, secure in the knowledge that your superheroic selfishness will ensure that there isn't any actual danger ahead, and that your decisive action will simply avoid an unnecessary delay. Try doing that if you have the moral turpitude to engage in kindness or to accept assistance from others - you can guarantee that your decision will end in disaster.
It's easy to show the rewards of virtue and the punishments for vice when you are the author of a novel, wielding the Word of God. But this undermines the value of your morality tale - inconsistent application of good fortune, based on the character's character makes for a neat early medieval style morality play, aimed at an audience of acolytes and believers; But it makes for a cartoonish and farcical novel, at least if your readers are awake.
All in all, I didn't hate either
The Fountainhead or
Atlas Shrugged; both were fairly entertaining as long as you skip the lengthy expositions on the virtue of being a dick to everyone. But they are no more a reflection of reality than are any fantasy novels. They work as stories in their own fictional worlds - which is as much as you can expect from middle-of-the-road junk literature. I read a LOT of junk Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Post-Apocalyptic drama, and Disaster novels. Rand's fiction fits in well with these.
There's a whole sub-genre of Christian post-apocalyptic work coming out of the USA, which pretends to be run-of-the-mill tales of a plucky band of survivors of some global catastrophe (nuclear war, bio-weapon attack, zombie virus, etc.,) right up until the heroes realize that some of their party are evil, usually because they decide to goof off and smoke weed when supposedly on guard duty, allowing the bad guys to attack, and suddenly the hero remembers his Bible study, which he had neglected, and has a blinding realization that the Christians were right all along, and that the disaster was really the tribulations from the Book of Revelation. These novels are typically $0.99 on Kindle, and the fore-shadowing stands out like a dog's balls. I find them utterly hilarious, and Rand's novels are amusing in much the same way - they just substitute Christianity with super-selfish, greed-is-good capitalism.
As John Rogers so eloquently put it: "There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life:
The Lord of the Rings and
Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs."