Part V of a multi-part review series.
Essays regarding ‘60s developments. Disappointing for a Rand effort--which is to say that it is as usual godsawful, just manifestly horrible, as though the abyss burped something up after a night of heavy drinking--but that its awfulness is not simultaneously awesomeness, as in Virtue of Selfishness or Romantic Manifesto, which are both so godsawful that one receives maximum lolarious return on readerly investment and the negative criticism writes itself. This one by contrast is tedious, annoying, childish--so wasteful that it fails to provide even cautionary examples or an advertisement for termination of pregnancy.
The subtitle suggests primitivism, which she was ready to associate with the left in Anthem. I’m not seeing much alleged primitivism on display in the objects of her tantrums here, except in a couple essays (certainly she proves no real primitivism). In “The Left: Old and New,” wherein she courageously exposes “anti-pollution--i.e., anti-technology--crusaders” (88): when most people think that environmental activists “just want to clean up the smog and the sewage,” Rand sees through the lies! “Well, Hitler, too, announced his abstract principles and goals in advance” (id.). Let’s be clear: wanting to clean up smog and sewage = Hitler. Understood? (Odd also that cleaning up smog and sewage is an abstract principle for Rand.)
In “The Anti-Industrial Revolution,” she opens with a “fiction” (131) wherein technology is banned and everyone has to work harder, &c., all because the collectivist ecologists want to destroy capitalism because they are envious of it (no shit--the motivation is mere envy because, says Rand, collectivism just can‘t produce anything). Restricting technology is restricting the mind, &c. (145-47). Apparently, the anti-industrial revolution is led by someone with “the blank stare of [a] housewife” and the “snarling mouth of a hippie” (150). So, yeah, definitely not her A-game.
This essay reveals two nasty flaws for Rand and Randites: first, a comical contradiction with Virtue of Selfishness, which ridicules the notion that leisure, recreation, entertainment are human rights; here, the text insists that “A life of unrelieved drudgery, of endless, gray toil, with no rest, no travel, no pleasure--above all, no pleasure. Those drugged, fornicating hedonists do not know that man cannot live by toil alone, that pleasure is a necessity, and that television has brought more enjoyment into more lives than all the public parks and settlement houses combined” (148). Okay…hippies take pleasure out of people’s lives but capitalism can alleviate endless gray toil…with television. Good job! More significantly, the essay nonsensically accuses "fornicating hedonists" of being against pleasure--it's almost as though the pure etymological definition of hedonism were not understood. One might entertain a reasoned debate between Epicurus and Aristippus, say--but they will still both be focused on pleasure.
Second, “according to one scenario, the planet is already well advanced toward the phenomenon called ‘the greenhouse effect.’" (136). “This is what bears the name of ‘science’ today.” (137). NB: no refutation of climate change theory. She presents the global warming theory and simply suggests that it is ridiculous because other scientists have suggested global cooling from increased albedo. Turns out she’s dead wrong on this--but we didn’t need confirmation--she was dead wrong when she wrote it because her climate change denial is simple dogmatism.
Opening essay takes on the hippie menace. To take down the hippies, she strings together dogmatic mantras: “the obliteration of reason obliterates the concept of reality, which obliterates the concept of achievement, which obliterates the concept of the distinction between the earned and the unearned” (47).
Another essay employs the apollonian/dionysian distinction, drawn crudely from Nietzsche, in order to refute Woodstock. In attacking a mass culture event, she finds it relevant to announce “Kant was the first hippie in history” (65), which is, yaknow, beyond asinine.
Standard randroid BS otherwise: surplus citations to her novels, as though that proved anything, but very few citations to anything else, other than newspaper articles; severe Dunning-Kruger effect (e.g., “If you observe that ever since Hume and Kant […] philosophy has been striving to prove that man’s mind is impotent” (108)). Fairly plain that she hasn’t really read anything serious in comments like “Yet for many decades past […] there has been no such thing as political philosophy--with the stale exception of Marxism, if one can call it a philosophy” (109), which indicates a failure to have read and understood anything.
Her lack of principle is manifest in her approval of the sentimental presentation of soviet dissidents who had “thrown off the leading conformity of the only society they have known” (116). When US dissidents do likewise, though, they are “self-made puppets in search of a master, dangling and jerking hysterically at the end of strings no one wants to pick up, begging and demanding to be taken care of--these exhibitionists who have nothing to exhibit, who combine the methods of a thug with the candied platitudes of a small-town evangelist, whose creative self-expression is as stale as their unwashed bodies, with drugs eating away their brains, obscenities as the voice of their souls, and an all-consuming hatred as their only visible emotion” (122-23). Of course, these hippies are “products of a decadent culture” (122)--so, neo-spenglerian pessimism.
Last essay attempts to take on educators, with the routine shrill dogmatic mantras.
One of the worst books by one of the worst writers. Knock your lights out!