Ready for Her Close-Up

Re-examining Ayn Rand’s place in American intellectual and cultural life

Ayn Rand and the World She Made, by Anne C. Heller, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 567 pages, $35

Goddess of the Market: Ayn Rand and the American Right, by Jennifer Burns, Oxford University Press, 369 pages, $27.95

Has any major postwar American author taken as much critical abuse as Ayn Rand? Her best-known novels, The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, have sold more than 12 million copies in the United States alone and were ranked first and second in a 1998 Modern Library reader survey of the “greatest books” of the 20th century. Yet over the years, Rand’s writing has been routinely dismissed as juvenile and subliterate when it has been considered at all. During the height of the Cold War, she managed to alienate leftists by insisting that capitalism was not simply more productive but more moral than socialism or a mixed economy because it allowed the individual to express himself most fully. And she angered the anti-communist right with her thoroughgoing atheism, materialism, and lack of respect for tradition. (She once told William F. Buckley he was “too intelligent” to believe in God.)

The publication of Anne C. Heller’s Ayn Rand and the World She Made and Jennifer Burns’ Goddess of the Market indicates that a belated but timely reconsideration of Rand’s place in American letters and thought is underway. Neither is a Rand partisan, which make their cases for Rand’s importance to the last 80 years of American intellectual and cultural life all the more convincing. That Rand’s life story is in many ways more melodramatic, unbelievable, and conflicted than one of her own plots certainly helps to keep the reader’s attention. As Burns puts it, “The clash between her romantic and rational sides makes [her life] not a tale of triumph, but a tragedy of sorts.”

Born Alisa Rosenbaum in Russia in 1905, Rand immigrated to the United States in 1926 and thoroughly reinvented herself in real life far more successfully than Jay Gatsby ever managed to do in fiction. Moving to Hollywood to be in the film industry, she met legendary director Cecil B. DeMille and, despite her heavily accented English, talked her way into a job reading scripts for him. On a movie set, Rand met the man who would become her husband, an unambitious bit player named Frank O’Connor who nonetheless became the model for her relentlessly proactive, sexually rapacious heroes. By 1935 her play The Night of January 16th, a courtroom drama in which the audience voted on the verdict for an accused murderer each night, was a minor hit on Broadway. She soon published two novels, We the Living (a grim account of life in the Soviet Union) and Anthem (which portrays a future in which collectivization has effectively wiped out the individual). Then, in 1943, she struck it rich with The Fountainhead, a best-selling potboiler-cum-novel-of-ideas in which the hero, architect Howard Roark, blows up a housing project rather than see his original design compromised.

In 1950 Rand met Nathan Blumenthal, a UCLA undergraduate 25 years her junior who would later change his name to Nathaniel Branden, honoring Rand by incorporating her surname into his new one, and become her designated “intellectual heir,” business partner, and secret lover. During the 1950s, Rand struggled with the writing of Atlas Shrugged and the creation, with Branden’s help, of a unified philosophical system that, in her words, conceived of “man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.”

Relocating to New York City in 1951, Rand and Branden announced to their spouses that their love affair proceeded not from low passions but from high principle. “If we mean the values we profess,” Rand explained, “how can [Nathan and I] not be in love?” While publicly advocating living a transparent life with no regrets, Rand insisted that the arrangement be kept secret even from the couples’ closest friends and associates.

The affair, which continued sporadically during the next decade, eventually led to an acrimonious split among the participants. Betrayed by her emotions when Branden finally rejected her, the arch-rationalist Rand slapped him and spat on him, reportedly exclaiming, “If you have an ounce of morality left in you, an ounce of psychological health, you’ll be impotent for the next 20 years.” The Brandens divorced, and Nathaniel moved back to California, where he became a leading figure in the self-actualization movement. O’Connor slid into quiet alcoholism and stayed married to Rand until his death in 1979.

By the time she died, at age 77 in 1982, Rand had delineated what she and her followers insisted was the most significant new philosophy since Aristotle (“Objectivism,” which emphasized rationality as the defining characteristic of humanity) and was hailed as the godmother of small-government, pro-freedom libertarians (whom she dismissed as “hippies of the right”). A self-declared “radical for capitalism” who praised the “virtue of selfishness” and exalted the individual above any group, Rand continues to excite the reading public, moving upward of half a million volumes of her fiction and essay collections each year.

Indeed, since the publication of The Fountainhead, Rand has been a bona fide cultural touchstone whose long shelf life appears to have no expiration date, especially in a time of economic crisis and resurgence of the big government she inveighed against. (This year late-night TV host Jimmy Fallon did a bit in which audience members ate pages of Rand’s market-friendly books for sustenance as the stock market tanked.) Despite—or perhaps because of— such persistent mass appeal, the standard literati response to Rand has always been one of contempt. Like Jack Kerouac, Rand is typically written off as a writer whose basic appeal is to maladjusted adolescents, a sort of vaguely embarrassing starter author who is quickly outgrown by those of us who develop more sophisticated aesthetic and ideological tastes. There’s more than a small degree of truth to that characterization, but the extreme prejudice with which Rand is dismissed belies a body of work that continues to reach new audiences.

Given that critical context and the recession-driven boomlet in Randian thought, Ayn Rand and the World She Made and Goddess of the Market are not simply well-timed explorations of an enduring writer. They are essential guides to contemporary American politics and culture. A journalist with a strong background in financial reporting, Heller is excellent at capturing the loneliness at the center of Rand’s (and indeed, any writer’s) life. Using original research from Russia, Heller draws a critical but sympathetic thread through Rand’s biography, arguing that Rand’s insistence on individualism was heavily informed by the anti-Semitism her family faced in pre- and post-revolutionary Russia. Rand considered racism of any kind to be the basest form of collectivism.

Heller has a great eye for the contradictions and hypocrisy that ultimately make her subject more approachable. For instance, Rand fueled her endless writing sessions not with rational determination but with amphetamines and by sticking herself with a needle to maintain “focus,” a tacit admission that even her mind had its limits. Rand and her acolytes were masters of revising history so that the grand dame was seemingly a timeless genius who had no real influences or predecessors (except for Aristotle, of all people). Heller’s account of the figures who helped Rand develop her thought—especially Isabel Paterson, an author and New York Herald Tribune book reviewer with whom Rand predictably broke—helps recover an entire intellectual tradition that has mostly been forgotten.

Burns, a political scientist at the University of Virginia, makes the most of her unique access to Rand’s personal papers at the Ayn Rand Institute in Irvine, California. Like Heller, she situates Rand in a rich intellectual and cultural tradition that predated the New Deal and eventually gave rise to a revitalized limited-government movement that culminated in figures such as Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. Burns is particularly sharp at analyzing how Cold War conservatives such as Buckley rejected Rand’s rationalism but eventually benefited from her popularity with college students during the 1960s. Since the demise of their common foe, the Soviet Union, conservatives and libertarians increasingly find themselves at odds with one another over precisely the same issues that Rand and Buckley fought over decades ago. These range from questions about the proper role of religion in a secular society to whether the state should be used to restrict alternative lifestyles to the circumstances for legitimate military action.

Individually, Ayn Rand and the World She Made and Goddess of the Market help elucidate an under-analyzed cultural figure. Together, they provide a rounded portrait of a woman who, as Burns writes, “tried to nurture herself exclusively on ideas.” As Rand’s life story underscores, she failed miserably in that, even as she helped create an ideological framework that continues to energize debate in contemporary America.

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    I'll just defend the innocent. People who actually knew Frank O'Conner until his death will tell you that the Brandon smear of drinking was not true. He did put his turpintine in old whiskey bottles, but his hand was steady on the convas.

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