If you ignore the random blatantly wrong statements it’s not a bad book. She’s by no means an expert on art movements or even literature for that matter, but at least she realizes the awfulness of modern art. She glazes romanticism and Victor Hugo too much.
The Romantic Manifesto is a passionate defense of Romanticism and individual reason, and, as expected from Rand, every sentence exudes confidence and provocation. The book is short, direct, and filled with strong opinions on art, morality, and human purpose. It is a reading that challenges, irritates, and stimulates, but it is not a neutral or academic analysis—it is a passionate theory, almost a philosophical sermon.
Rand defines the greatest crime in art as reducing artistic creation to a mere copy of reality, denying the value of the artist’s vision and intent. She criticizes any art that celebrates mediocrity, resignation, or submission, instead exalting what she calls the celebration of man—his courage, reasoning, and creative effort. This book does not offer easy answers; on the contrary, it forces the reader to take a stand on what they value and what they consider destructive in art and in life.