Inoculating my
Daughter
I have just had the
honor of giving my daughter Hannah an inoculation against a common teenage
ailment. I refer to Objectivism; for she asked me about Ayn Rand, and I gave
her my informed opinion.
Specifically I told
Hannah about the infamous railroad scene in “Atlas Shrugged”. I detailed the
set-up; the dangerous tunnel, the idiotic bureaucrat’s suicidal demand, the
chain of buck-passing, the fatal go-ahead, the complaisent workers, the train’s
doom... all of which I described with admiration for Rand’s meticulousness (for
once not tiresome) and her passion. A death machine of incompetence and
spinelessness, clickety-clicking right there before your eyes! A masterpiece of
eldritch horror! That scene was this
close to Literature!
But the moment the
train entered the tunnel, her writing all went horribly wrong! For Rand then
focused on the passengers; a risky move if you do it wrong, and she did. For
what if (I asked Hannah) that train had been full of good people? Or perhaps
even a few of them super-virtuous by Rand’s elitist Objectivist standards? For
them to die alongside the idiot bureaucrat would been supreme injustice; a raw
red wound, an affront against humanity! What if Rand had raged and wailed
against the sick cruelty of the idiot world? That (I told Hannah) would have been writing!
But no! By the way Rand
told it, everyone on the train was an idiot moocher, as bad as the bureaucrat,
and so everyone got what they deserved! (Hannah rolled her eyes upon hearing
this.) Instant justice, automatic karma, all’s well with the world! Rand got
that close to Literature, but at the last moment she turned it into Propaganda!
The trainwreck scene
was itself a trainwreck! And that (I told Hannah) is Ayn Rand.