Good column. Fountainhead felt like a good story trapped by some really bad philosophy. If she had trimmed it down a few hundred pages and stuck to the characters instead of trying to tell me what to beleive every other paragraph I would have liked it a lot more.

Thanks, Mat. I agree with your assessment.

Today I received an advance copy of the new Michael Connelly book (who I get to interview again - hooray) and a book by Kate White (who I don't know but will try) and also the next one by David Baldacci. That last one amused me since he's on my list above as one of the books I hated the most. Needless to say I politely declined the chance to read the book or interview the author.

Ha Ha Scott,
I guess you don't realize that Ayn Rand entitled one of her nonfiction books "The Virtue of Selfishness."

There is no doubt that she justified selfishness, but you don't really know what it is till you have read the book.

The role of man in society is indeed a key theme in both The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged. There's plenty of value we can receive from each other by participating in society as her characters in fact do, however, they do so as traders exchanging for mutual benefit. Keeping in mind participation is voluntary and intended to benefit us is important.

No other nominations?

Memoirs of A Geisha for me. And The Secret Life of Bees. Not secret enough.

" And The Secret Life of Bees. Not secret enough."


Ha. Well, I thought that book was so - so. It had good parts but slow parts too.


For what it's worth I don't think it was aimed at people named "Lou" or guys for that matter.

Everyone I know told me to read The Historian, which I thought was unbearably long and not nearly interesting enough. It felt in dire need of editing and even then felt like something you'd buy at the grocery store paperback rack.

Also, The Da Vinci Code. The "historical" parts of the book were alright, but those characters....Ugh. The dialogue was just absurd.

Tuesdays With Morrie. It was a hallmark card that went on forever.

Any book where at the end I think to myself, 'so what', like 'The Thorn Birds'

We have very similar distaste in literature, although I confess I haven't tried to read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance yet (although I do recall selling 1000 or so copies of it when it first came out in the 70s - the new cover is a big improvement). We had to stock it on the fiction wall because no one would walk to the back of the store to the philosophy and psychology sections.

The Horse Whisperer, The Da Vinci Code, and Bridges of Madison County obviously belong on this list as well. Although hopefully no one would ever try to make a case for any of that trio being literature.

Joe Queenan has a funny piece today in the New York Times

What's Wrong With Enjoying The Worst Books?

An excerpt: "I am certainly not suggesting that all bad books are as boundlessly entertaining as these. Despite being one of the worst books ever written, "Atlas Shrugged" is no fun at all, and the uninterrupted stream of lifeless prose that flows from Jimmy Carter's pen is even less entertaining than his presidency. This is because famous people tend to write bad books in a predictable, tastefully bad style, or to have run-of-the-mill bad books written for them by bad ghostwriters, whereas amateurs go for the brass ring. Jimmy Carter couldn't write a book as bad as O. J. Simpson's if he tried."

Another excerpt: "Bad books have an important place in our lives, because they keep the brain active. We spend so much time wondering what incredibly dumb thing the author will say a few pages down the road. One caveat: As with bad movies, a book that is merely bad but not exquisitely bad is a waste of time, while a genuinely terrible book is a sheer delight. This is what made the late, great Mickey Spillane so memorable: he never tried to write poor man's Raymond Chandler books like Robert Parker; he wrote pure trash."