The architect who would rather dynamite his own building than watch a committee compromise it.
A tighter book than Atlas Shrugged, which I had read two years earlier, and the argument lands harder for being carried by one person’s work instead of an entire civilisational thesis.
The courtroom speech is still a speech. The part that stayed with me is Keating, who does everything correctly and ends up with nothing, which is a sharper warning than Roark ever manages to be.
Read April 1982.
