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Book review: Atlas Shrugged

Thursday, August 27th, 2009
Atlas Shrugged is either destined to have a place in future sets of The Great Books of the Western World…or it is the most pretentious politico-economic-manifesto-thinly-disguised-as-a-novel ever written.  The best way I can think of to describe it is in a good news/bad news format.
 

The good news is that Ayn Rand passionately hated statism in all of its forms (socialism, communism, fascism), and just as passionately loved America’s political liberty and economic free-market capitalism.  The bad news is that she considered all religion to be mere irrational superstition, and worshipped at the twin altars of naturalism and human reason.
 

The good news is that some passages in the book set forth brilliant analyses of the futility of the pseudo-morality of “social justice” and “the public good” that nearly always produces injustice in the form of political tyranny and economic poverty.  The bad news is that many of these analyses are embedded on boorish speeches by the characters that are supposed to pass as dialogue (nobody in the real world speaks in such long-winded soliloquies, because everybody around them would fall asleep), and crop up as predictably and often as songs in a bad musical.  (Example: The renegade radio broadcast from John Galt to the American public is over 50 pages long, and is referred to later as having taken 3 hours to deliver.  I believe it!)
 

The good news is that the book crafts a compelling description of the nation’s descent into anarchy at the hands of slimy, self-absorbed bureaucrats who worship money and power, and hide behind the facade of concern for the common man and use his natural compassion and sense of responsibility to enslave him.  The bad news is that the novel is filled with dopey scenes of aggressive, greedy sexual immorality by the principal characters.  (I’m sure this was daring and avant garde and shocking in the 1950s when the novel was published.)
 

Lest this review emulate the the marathon-like nature of the novel itself, I’ll give a brief summary of the story line.  The quizzical question, “Who is John Galt?”, is found on the lips of many characters as an expression of the meaninglessness and mystery of life (cf. “under the sun” in Ecclesiastes).  It turns out that John Galt is not just a mythical character.  He actually exists, and he has been recruiting the world’s movers and shakers - industrialists, bankers, scientists, etc. – to disappear without explanation in order to let the world devolve into chaos and squalor without their leadership.  This is because the world failed to appreciate them, disrespected them, and even punished their “greed” with confiscatory taxes and stifling regulation.  Galt called it “mind on strike,” and it was intended to “stop the motor of the world.”  (This is reminiscent of the thrice-repeated phrase in Romans 1 in describing God’s wrath on the Greco-Roman empire: “He gave them over…”)  Galt realized that the only way to defeat the parasitical “looters” (the statists, the collectivists, the progressives who don’t produce wealth, but just redistribute it) is to “answer the fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own eyes” (Prov. 26:5).  Galt conducts a planetary reductio ad absurdum: he lets the looters run the world in their own way, until they run it down completely.  This alone will give the lie to all of their beautiful but empty promises of “justice” and “compassion.”  This alone will break their spell over the common man and pave the way for the re-emergence of society’s true leaders.  Atlas doesn’t drop the world, but he does shrug…
 

Dagny Taggart, a railroad heiress and a brilliant and tenacious businesswoman, is targeted for recuitment, but she refuses to go on strike and tries to the very end of her strength to save the world by trying to outwit and outlast the bureaucrats.  However, in the end, she, too, takes Galt’s pledge, which summarizes Ayn Rand’s philosophy of life: “I swear – by my life and my love of it – that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.”  The heroes of the novel are Nietzsche’s “supermen,” who are larger than life, beyond good and evil, above the “morality of the herd” (which is what Nietzsche called Christianity), and who live for themselves.  In her thinking, this enlightened self-interest has a trickle-down effect, blessing others in the updraft of freedom and wealth that they create.  Objectivism is libertarianism on steroids.
 

A Christian critique of Rand’s worldview (which she and her devotees developed into a philosophical system called “objectivism”) would include, among others, the following points:
  • Her epistemology – her hyper-rationalism, the self-sufficiency and infallibility of man’s reason – is unsupportable, philosophically.  If, as her atheism requires, reality is just molecules in motion, then so is man’s mind (brain, really), so how can one trust it to perceive reality and explain it correctly?  In her worldview, my brain is made up of the same stuff as a raven, a river, or a rock – so why do I think I’m so smart?  Rand can’t explain that, and she doesn’t.  She just assumes it.
  • Her morality – which actually boils down to social Darwinism – also lacks a solid foundation.  Based in her atheism (see above), she has no justification for choosing John Galt’s honesty over the deceit of the bureaucrats, or even the violence of the looters.  There is no real reason to choose life over suicide.  Yet she does, thus sneaking Christian values into her system without giving religion any credit.  She sits in God’s lap to slap Him in the face.
  • Her politics and economics (federalism and free-market capitalism) – with which I happen to agree, largely, as the most workable applications of Christian doctrines to society in a fallen world – are unsupportable for the same reason.  In these cases, she actually makes the right choices, but for the wrong reasons.
I’ll finish with a very few quotes that give the flavor of the book.  (When I say “few,” keep in mind that this is a 1,000+ page book!)
  • “Yet no penny of his wealth had been obtained by force or fraud; he was guilty of nothing, except that he earned his own fortune and never forgot that it was his.”
  • “We haven’t any spiritual goals or qualities.  All we’re after is material things.  That’s all we care for.”
  • “So I want to be prepared to claim the greatest virtue of all – that I was a man who made money.”
  • “Dagny, there’s nothing of any importance in life – except how well you do your work.  Nothing.  Only that.  …It’s the only measure of human value.”
  • “He had the vitality of a healthy human being, a thing so rare that no one could identify it.  He had the power of certainty.”
  • “It is against the sin of forgiveness that I wanted to warn you.”
  • “By the essence and nature of existence, contradictions cannot exist.  …Check your premises.  You will find that one of them is wrong.”
  • “Run along, punk.  Go and try to pour a ton of steel without rigid principles, on the expediency of the moment.”
  • “Governmental scientific inquiry is a contradiction in terms.”
  • “So you think that money is the root of all evil?  …Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force.  Money is made possible only by the men who produce.  Is this what you consider evil?”
  • “Wealth is the produce of man’s capacity to think.  …To trade by means of money is the code of the men of good will.”
  • “Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil.  That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter.”
  • “Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue.”
  • “I have no higher, more reverent tribute to pay America, for this means: a country of reason, justice, freedom, production, achievement.”
  • “There are no evil thoughts…except one: the refusal to think.”
  • “The worst guilt is to accept an undeserved guilt.”
  • [From the bad guys]: “Freedom has been given a chance and has failed.  Therefore, more stringent controls are necessary.”
  • [From the bad guys]: “Man’s mind is the root of all evil.  This is the day of the heart.  …There once was an Age of Reason, but…this is the Age of Love.”
  • “It is this foulest of creatures – the double-parasite who lives on the sores of the poor and the blood of the rich – whom men have come to regard as a moral ideal.”
  • “Gold is the objective value.”
  • “The college had taught him that the purpose of ideas is to fool those who are stupid enough to think.”
  • “There had been a time when he had been expected to think.  Now, they did not want him to think, only to obey.”
  • “This would always remain to her – the immovable conviction that evil was unnatural and temporary.”
  • “To work – with no chance for an extra ration, till the Cambodians have been fed and the Patagonians have been sent through college.  To work – on a blank check held by every creature born, by men you’ll never see, whose needs you’ll never know, whose ability or laziness or sloppiness or fraud you have no way to learn and no right to question – just to work and work and work…  And this is the moral law to accept?  This – a moral ideal?”
  • “She turned to Galt.  ‘You were first.  What made you come to it?’  He chuckled.  ‘My refusal to be born with original sin.’”
  • “I had felt that I would kill the man who’d claim that I exist for the sake of his need – and I had known this was the highest moral feeling.”
  • “I saw that the harder I worked, the more I tightened the noose around my throat, I saw that my energy was being poured down a sewer…that the whole industrial establishment of the world, with all of its magnificent machinery, its thousand-ton furnaces, its transatlantic cables, its mahogany offices, its stock exchanges, its blazing electric signs, its power, its wealth – all of it was run, not by bankers and boards of directors, but by any unshaved humanitarian in any basement beer joint, by any face pudgy with malice, who preached that virtue must be penalized for being virtue, that the purpose of ability is to serve incompetence…”
  • “If any part of your uncertainty is a conflict between your heart and your mind – follow your mind.”
  • [From a bad guy]: “My misery is the measure of your sin.  My contentment is the measure of your virtue.  …You have the privilege of strength, but I – I have the right of weakness!  That’s a moral absolute!”
  • [From a bad guy]: “What’s logic when people are suffering?”
  • [From a bad guy]: “It’s pity that we need, pity, not logic!”
  • “The desire [to kill] was…directed at the soft, safe assassins of college classrooms who, incompetent to answer the queries of a quest for reason, took pleasure in crippling the young minds entrusted to their care.”
  • “There is a morality of reason, a morality proper to man, and Man’s Life is its standard of value.  All that which is proper to the life of a rational being is the good; all that which destroys it is the evil.”
  • “By the grace of reality and the nature of life, man – every man – is an end in himself, he exists for his own sake, and the achievement of his own happiness is his highest moral purpose.  …The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.”
  • “Truth is the recognition of reality; reason, man’s only means of knowledge, is his only standard of truth.”
  • “A rational process is a moral process.  …There is no greater, nobler, more heroic act of devotion than the act of a man who assumes the responsibility for thinking.  …Thinking is man’s only basic virtue, from which all the others proceed.  …This, in every hour and every issue, is your basic moral choice: thinking or non-thinking, existence or non-existence, A or non-A, entity or zero.”
  • “Faith is only a short-circuit destroying the mind.”
  • “Virtue is not an end in itself.  …Life is the reward of virtue, and happiness is the goal and the reward of life.”
  • “Happiness is possible only to a rational man.”
  • “Be it a highwayman who confronts a traveler with the ultimatum: ‘Your money or your life,’ or a politician who confronts a country with the ultimatum: ‘Your children’s education or your life,’ the meaning of that ultimatum is: ‘Your mind or your life’ – and neither is possible to man without the other.”
  • “The name of this monstrous absurdity is Original Sin.  A sin without volition is a slap at morality and an insolent contradiction in terms: that which is outside the possibility of choice is outside the province of morality.”
  • “Do not remind me that it pertains only to this life on earth.  I am concerned with no other.  Neither are you.”
  • “The creed of sacrifice is a morality for the immoral.”
  • “When need is the standard, every man is both victim and parasite.”
  • “Destruction is the only end that the mystics’ creed has ever achieved.”
  • “I am, therefore I’ll think.”
  • “Moral perfection is an unbreached rationality.”
  • “Your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness – not pain or mindless self-indulgence – is the proof of your moral integrity.”
  • “The only proper purpose of a government is to protect man’s rights, which means: to protect him from physical violence.  A proper government is only a policeman…  The only functions of a government are…the police…the army…the courts.”
Ayn Rand…so near, yet so far…

People I admire

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

I admire the guy in the blue uniform, name badge clipped to his pocket, standing at the bus stop on Fowler Avenue at 6 o’clock in the morning.  He might be heading off to work or just ending his shift and heading home.  In either case, I admire him.

What cancer taught us

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

It’s over now.  Cindy’s safe from cancer.  She’s finished with the surgery and the radiation.  The hormone blocker pills for the next 5 years will be no big deal. 

Since Cindy has been diagnosed with breast cancer, we have had a relatively positive experience.  Her prognosis is excellent.  For that relief and confidence, we are extremely grateful.  We have realized a few things about the American medical care system, the grace of God, and our own personalities.

  • We live in a fallen world.  Bad things happen to good people.  Cindy is happy, energetic, kind, and generous.  She has made many people’s lives better.  Yet she got cancer, a natural evil that strikes indiscriminately, mercilessly, and without regard for virtue or vice.  Good people get cancer; bad people get cancer.  Good people survive cancer; bad people survive cancer.  Good people die from cancer; bad people die from cancer.
  • We’re not going to live forever – at least not here on earth.  I can’t say that my faith was shaken at all through this – and Cindy never had a doubt in the world – but I have to admit that a fleeting thought occurred to me several times: “I sure hope we’re right about Christianity.”  Pascal’s wager was actually an emotional comfort to me: if we believe in God and are wrong, we’ve lost very little; if we don’t believe in God and are wrong, we’ve lost everything.  Jesus’ words were even more a comfort: “I am the resurrection and the life.  He who believes in me, even though he dies, yet shall he live.  And he who lives and believes in me shall never die.”
  • A lot of defensive medicine is being practiced in America today.  Cindy saw three doctors, who prescribed several biopsies, PT scans, CT scans, an MRI or two, a surgery, radiation treatments, and hormone blockers.  At first, still stunned, we just mumbled, “Yes, whatever you say, whatever it takes.”  Then, when we started to find out what our health insurance didn’t cover, we started to wonder whether every single one of the procedures was really necessary for a more complete diagnosis and better care for Cindy…or whether they were more to shield doctors from possible lawsuits later on.  For instance, the $3,800 PT scan didn’t give the doctors any new knowledge, as far as we could tell.  One doctor even wondered out loud why the other doctor ordered the test.  It’s not that we’re not grateful for the wonderful care; we are.  It’s not that we’re complaining about evil insurance companies: we chose the policy we have, and they didn’t change the terms of it.  It covers what it covers, and that’s all.  The point is: we definitely wanted all the care Cindy needed…but only what she needed, and nothing more.  Defensive medicine (extra procedures plus medical malpractice insurance) really drives up health care costs in this country, so we wonder why tort reform isn’t a big part of the current Congressional obsession with health care reform.
  • Reading seems to be the activity of choice in the surgery waiting room.  Cell phone calls and text messaging are also popular.  Some folks I saw (non-readers, apparently) just sat for several hours just looking into space.  (Were they praying?)  A surprising number of people sat alone.  The Beatle song, Eleanor Rigby, played over and over in my head as I sat there.
  • I found out I’m not as strong or stoic as I thought I was.  As I sat in the waiting area during the surgery, I knew that Cindy was in good medical hands, and that underneath were God’s everlasting arms, but I still couldn’t hold back tears.  I tried everything, but to no avail.  Not wanting to depress or worry others nearby, I finally had to go and sit in the relative isolation of the car in the parking deck so that I could weep and pray freely.  That worked much better.
  • A doctor’s beside manner is important.  It was a blessing that Dr. Lynn, Cindy’s surgeon, is a genuinely nice, likable person.  She treated the patient and not just the disease.  What a comfort she was.  The anesthesiologist (an elderly lady) was a Godsend in the prep room.  She said, “Honey, I’ve been practicing for years and years for this very moment, and I’m going to take very good care of you.”  What a sweetheart!
  • Speaking of anesthesia, Cindy overcame a phobia that she would never wake up from it.  The entire surgery was “textbook.”  Cindy went to sleep, and she woke up, right on schedule – and didn’t even remember falling asleep, and couldn’t believe that three hours had actually passed.  Afterward, we joked that sedation could add a lot to other experiences of life: sedation dentistry, sedation car washes, sedation road trips, sedation air flights, sedation baseball games (for women), sedation shopping (for men), etc.
  • Part of my sadness and worry through this is selfish, I admit: Cindy is the only person on earth who has loved me completely voluntarily.  Parents are supposed to love their children, and mine did.  So also my siblings.  So also my children.  Thosee kinds of love are “expected,” and something is considered “wrong” if they don’t happen.  Cindy didn’t have to love me, and nobody would have thought anything amiss if she hadn’t, but she does.  I consider that to be something of a miracle, and I understand better now why the apostle Paul found the love of husband and wife to be his chosen illustration of the love of Christ and the Church.  Nobody else on earth has loved me like Cindy has.  Being an introvert, I don’t mind being by myself, but losing Cindy’s love and friendship would make me, not just alone, but lonely.  I would rather spend time with her than anybody else.  Now, we get to grow old together, which was our plan all along – and, apparently, God’s plan, too.

Book review: The Forgotten Man – Reprise

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

I gave Amity Schlaes’ book on the Great Depression a second reading, with good dividends.  I was better acquainted with the main characters, as well as the various threads of the story line of one of the defining eras in American history.

One fascinating (and frightening) anecdote from the chapter entitled, “The Experimenter.”  In the fall of 1933, with national unemployment at 23%, FDR would meet with his New Dealers and fiddle with the price of gold for the United States – and the world.  One day, he would move the price up a few cents; another, a few more.  As Schlaes narrates:

One morning, FDR told his group he was thinking of raising the gold price by twenty-one cents.  Why that figure? his entourage asked.  “It’s a lucky number,” Roosevelt said, “because it’s three times seven.”  As [Henry] Morgenthua later wrote, “If anybody knew how we really set the gold price through a combination of lucky number, etc., I think they would be frightened.”

Frightening, indeed.  FDR did more to tear America away from its constitutional moorings than any other president before or since, and the political and economic shock waves he set in motion last to this very day.

A Golfer’s Theology

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

When a golfer hits a tee shot into the water, he’s a Calvinist: it is God’s will, and who can resist it?

When he makes a hole-in-one, he’s an Arminian: he takes credit for his consummate skill.

BTW, one advantage of bowling over golf: one seldom loses a bowling ball.

The voice of the martyrs

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

When I hear that…

…in Colombia, Pastor Manuel and his wife were held at gunpoint by a drug cartel for six hours, then beaten and robbed and warned to leave their church…

…in Pakistan, Qabil Matar was hung upside down for two hours down inside the hole of a squat toilet by Taliban members…

…in China, Zhang Jian, whose father is a house church leader, sustained a sight-ending eye injury from a beating at the hands of the police…

…I feel sad…then angry…then weak…then selfish…then ashamed…then humble…then grateful…then blessed that I live in a land in which the Gospel has held sway for so long.

“When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God, and the testimony they had maintained.  They called out in a loud voice, ‘How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?’  Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the number of their fellow servants and brothers who were to be killed as they had been was completed.”  (Revelation 6:9-11)

…in Nigeria, Christianah Oluwasesin was clubbed to death by a mob of Muslims for touching a backpack which a student claimed contained a Quran…

I wrote to my Congresswoman and Senators, and…

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

…they both indicated that they would favor some form of cap-and-trade bill, like the one just passed in the House, if it came to a vote in the Senate (and it might do so, this fall).

Ginny Brown-Waite, my Congresswoman, did vote against the bill in the House.

I wish I had had the following list of questions before I wrote.  These questions come from Brian Darling of The Heritage Foundation.  When I write again – and I will – I will ask Senator Nelson and Senator Martinez the following:

  • How much more should I expect to pay on my electricity bill as a result of this legislation?
  • Which companies/industries lobbied you to lower the bill’s cost to them, and what did you give them?
  • What are you going to do with all the money raised by these new taxes – reduce the deficit or spend it on other government projects?
  • When can we expect global warming to end as a result of this legislation?