Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn RandAtlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Ayn Rand’s stated intention with Atlas Shrugged was to explore her own philosophical ideas about life and human existence and the “ideal man” in novel form.  As a college Philosophy major I was intrigued by the idea of a novel intended to flesh out new philosophical thinking.

Ayn Rand’s style is beautiful and her writing is excellent, but the characters come off as too specifically drawn and singularly focused to be believed.  Each of them embodies an ideal rather than being “particularly” real.  The result is none of them feel like people you might run into anywhere in everyday life.  While I could see some the emerging themes being explored within each character, as reader of contemporary fiction, I prefer my characters to be tangible.

Ayn Rand demonstrates a keen and insightful understanding of human rationality and her characters are equally self-perceptive and self-aware.  Nevertheless, they often lack the ability to understand the motivation behind the ways other characters think and act.  While her exploration of character insights are eerily perceptive, each character’s continual rational analysis of their every experience gives the impression they are each navigating the overall story in isolation, reacting to the actions of the other characters, but never really connecting with them.

While the strength and beauty of the writing carries the reader along from page to page (an essential ingredient of a 1,200 page work) this work feels more like an intellectual exercise, albeit a very well written one, than like a story.  In the end, my commitment to the story itself didn’t last the full 1,200 pages and I ended up putting this one aside.

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VALEDICTORY TO CLASS OF 1910

Bobbie Collier Williams (1910)

A few months ago my grandmother, Alice Lee Hedrick, sent my oldest daughter a special package containing a 100-year-old family mini-treasure trove.  In that package was this photograph of her own mother, Bobbie Collier Williams (my great-grandmother), in her cap and gown where she was valedictorian of her graduating class from Martha Washington College in 1910.  The package also contained her graduation cap (seen in the photo), the monogrammed lapel pin she wore (not in the photo), and the original typed script of her valedictory speech.

The world has changed immeasurably since 1910 as has the way in which our culture views women in society.  This post, however, isn’t really about any of that, although there’s plenty that could be said.  Instead, I’ll simply let the words of my great-grandmothers valedictory speech speak for themselves.  The speech itself is not earth-shattering.  It doesn’t contain any cryptic prophecies for the future, nor does it speak to any political issues of her day.  It’s simply a voice from the past; one that carries with it the same sorrow of partings and hopes for the future as from 100 years ago that students graduating still feel today.

I hope this voice from the past speaks to you today.  Please feel free to pass it on.

VALEDITORY TO CLASS OF ’10

Another year of our school-life is finished and many of us have come to-day for the last time. The occasion brings with it a comingled feeling of joy and sadness- joy because we have reached the goal for which we have so long been striving; sadness because of the severing of long and intimate companionships. Yet there is an end to all things “The shortest path and to the longest lane there comes and end”. The events of this day and of the past days are to be remembered and recalled with pleasure, perhaps with pride, when we have passed far down into the vale of years. As we hear the aged of to-day rehearse the scenes of their youth, so shall we revive the memories of our school when the battle of life had been fought, and we sit down to repose after the burden and the heat of the day are past. Then little incidents which seem no hardly worth telling will possess a deeper interest, and will linger longer and fondly in the imagination. To-day with its trials and it’s triumphs will be regarded as an epoch in the career of some of us; as a day worth remembering by all of us.

To you people of this historic old town, (more…)

One Guy’s Perspective on “Guys” in Fiction

In a recent blog post, Dawn Metcalf posed a question about what makes good guys in fiction into “great” guys who do more than serve as a mirror for the heroine of the story, but who are strong in their own right.

I thought I’d give it a shot.

A strong “guy” character in fiction is one who is confident in who he is (which doesn’t mean he’s not vulnerable), he has a distinct personality of his own making him interesting in his own right, and he doesn’t become someone else with the introduction of a love interest.  That’s not to say that falling in love (like having children) doesn’t push people to be better versions of themselves for the sake of those new relationships.  It certainly does!  (Or at least it should.)  What it DOES mean is that a strong character (male or female for that matter) is one who doesn’t stop being the person they are – the person the other character fell in love in the first place.

I’ve always believed a healthy relationship is built around two people looking together in the same direction, not two people (or even just one of them) looking only at the other.  For the story to carry on after the romance ensues, strong characters are those who expand the scope of their own interests, even their lives, to include the other without completely trading in their independence for dependence (or even worse, co-dependence).  It’s a delicate balance.

Nevertheless, each of the characters had a life before they met and each needs to continue to have a life after they meet, albeit an expanded one.  After all, where’s the excitement, or the conflict (fictionally speaking), in a relationship where one partner is merely hanging on the heels of the other doing nothing but waiting to be needed?  Without that underlying, ongoing tension which keeps them independent yet together, the romance is over.  Even if the characters themselves don’t appear to be bored with each other, the reader almost certainly will be.

 

Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin

Where The Mountain Meets The Moon by Grace LinWhere the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Beautifully written and elegantly woven, like the Old Man of the Moon’s red threads of destiny, the story of Minli’s quest to change her family’s fortune takes her on an incredible journey of child-like mystery and self-discovery.

Reminiscent of The King of Ireland’s Son, Where the Mountain Meets the Moon is a delicate weaving together of many stories into a single tapestry of magic, hope, friendship and thankfulness. Simply told and powerfully experienced this is definitely my vote for our next family read-aloud.

Where the Mountain Meets the Moon is the winner of the 2010 Newbery Honor and the 2010 Josette Frank Award.

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The “Creative Writer” Award

creativewriter_award Real life has taken the forefront for me in recent weeks, as it should, and so my writing and this blog have fallen off the radar of my attention.  However, this week I received the “Creative Writer” award from YA Highway novelist, Michele Schusterman, and I’ve found myself considering how I might, in moderation, begin to revisit this space.

Consider this a first step.

The award: It’s a fun and simple challenge to tell six outrageous lies and one truth about yourself then see who can guess the truth.

Sounds harmless enough, so, here goes . . .

1) I have nine children.

2) Over the years I’ve worked as as babysitter, a library page, a bookstore clerk, a restaurant busboy, a glass installer, a landscaper, a programmer, an administrative assistant, a youth minister, a data processor and a clown.

3) I once stood on a table in my college campus food court at the University Place Hotel in the midst of the lunch crowd to serenade my future wife in apology for not getting her anything one year for Valentine’s Day.

4) I worry about everything, but somehow I’ve never had performance (audience) anxiety.

5) Because I’ve never looked my age I’m often mistaken for Justin Bieber.

6) I am wanted by the police in three states.

Any takers?  What do you think?  Leave your guesses in the comments below.

In the spirit of playing along, I’ve also decided to pass this along to a few other writers to see what they might do with it.

Jennifer Walkup, Megan Powell, Anna Staniszewski, Dawn MetcalfTracy Clark & Heather Petty.

Have fun!  I look forward to reading your lists if you decide to play along.