Back in June, I told you about the Great Readomise, mine and my husband’s agreement to read a list of books the other compiled. I decided it’s only fair that I keep you updated as to how this little experiment is going. We’ve both finished our first books, so now I present you with the Great Reviewomise.
Sarah’s Review-THE FOUNTAINHEAD, Ayn Rand.
I’d planned on tackling ATLAS SHRUGGED first, but I forgot one of the cats decided to assert his territory a few years back and our copy of ATLAS SHRUGGED was a casualty of his ensuing golden shower spree. THE FOUNTAINHEAD made it through unscathed, though, so I went for it.
Basically, it’s about an architect who wants to do his own thing instead of following the crowd. I can get down with that. I’m not much of a go-with-the-crowd kind of gal, myself. The story follows the architect, Howard Roark, as the world essentially tries to destroy him. There are other architects who are jokes and not at all talented who get all the praise while Roark’s genius creations are put down by the public. I say public, I really mean this one socialist d-bag who doesn’t want anyone to succeed at anything. He thinks individualism and unique thought and capitalism are the devil and tries to quench them at every turn in every person who exhibits any of these characteristics. Like I said, total d-bag. I spent the whole book hoping he died a painful, horrible death. He writes for a newspaper and is an articulate speaker, and the public is a giant herd of sheep, so they just go along with whatever he says.
Everything goes sour for Roark for pretty much the entire book. Out of 694 pages, good things happen in maybe ten, and I think that’s being generous. I literally flung the book across the room about half-way through. I never do that. I don’t write in margins or dog-ear corners. I revere books. I threw this one.
Rand gets you to love Roark and root for him, and then terrorizes him for 684 pages. I get giving your characters obstacles and making everything seem hopeless, I really do. I rock at putting my characters through trials. At least, I thought I did. I’ve got nothing on Ayn Rand. I spent the majority of the book just sad–hoping Roark would prevail, but knowing he wouldn’t. She had me afraid for him up until the very last sentence. Literally. I’m pretty sure George R.R. Martin when to the Ayn Rand School of How to Torture Characters.
I didn’t hate the book. I really didn’t. In fact, I think I would’ve liked it a great deal if it had been about 400 pages shorter. I skimmed most of Rand’s long, meandering dialogue and her paragraphs upon paragraphs of political diatribe. I will say, the book was well-written, parts were interesting, and I really got behind Roark and found myself invested in the character. That’s why it upset me so much when he kept failing, and why I got so angry at the end. Also, *spoiler alert* (as if you’re going to even remember it by the time you read almost 700 pages), the bad guy doesn’t even lose in the end. Not really. He definitely doesn’t get what he deserves, which is really frustrating as a reader, but I guess more realistic than if he’d gotten splattered across the pavement like I’d hoped. If there were an abridged version, I’d probably really like it.
Hubby kept telling me I should have started with ATLAS SHRUGGED first, that I would’ve liked it better. I guess we’ll see. I’m not sure what I’ll pick next, but I think I need an Ayn Rand break for a little bit. Overall, I give THE FOUNTAINHEAD 3 out of 5 stars.
I’ll pass the reins over to Hubby. (This is his first blog post ever, by the way).
Hubby’s Review- A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN, Betty Smith
Hi, I’m Phillip, aka Hubby. My first book for the great Readomise was a “Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. I have to say, overall I quite enjoyed the book; it does help that the main character, Francie, often reminded me of Sarah. The book being loosely based on Smith’s life made it have a more real feeling to me.
The book follows Frances Nolan as she grows up in a very poor part of Brooklyn. We pick her up around 8-years-old, though flash backs to her earlier years are sprinkled through. She grows up very poor and often not eating for a couple of days at a time, but through it all she is never embittered towards the world. Smith does a great job of developing Fancie’s understanding of the world in a way that seems natural and mature, but fitting for her age throughout the story.
Francie lives with her brother Neely, 1 year her junior, her father Johnny, and her mother Katie, in a very small, and in the winter barely heated, apartment. Her mother cleans houses while her father, Johnny, tries to work as a singing waiter. Johnny has a problem with drinking and can’t keep steady work. He is a dreamer of grand ideas, yet he can’t focus on the current situation, and therefore his dreams remain only that, dreams. Even for these significant faults, he strives to be upbeat and truly loves his family. Francie thinks the world of her father, yet she also sees his faults with minimal rosiness applied to her glasses. She sees the trouble his inability to work causes, yet this never seems to taint her opinion of him.
(Spoiler Alert) Johnny dies about 2/3s of the way through, and after this for a little while things look really bleak, Katie’s sisters try to help, but the whole family struggles. Yet they pull though and allow Fancie and Neely to finish grade school. At this point, Francie and Neely must work to makes ends meet. Though only 14, Francie excels in the jobs she takes on, and soon begins earning more money than anyone in Nolan family history. Though she really wants to attend college, she works to keep the family fed and to allow Neely to go to high school. Ultimately, Katie remarries someone very well off which allows Francie to finally go to college.
Francie is a quiet and somewhat lonely girl, who keeps to herself, yet seems to see the world with an optimism well beyond her circumstances. I believe this is the reason I enjoyed the book so much, other then the constant reminders of Sarah in Francie. I found her resolve to better her situation, without allowing her current situation to be a barrier to that, refreshing.
If there is one thing I took away from this book it is what I learned from watching Francie’s father, Johnny. He shows that love and outlook are the things that color life and they can make a minimal canvas look wonderful. However, he also shows that without the ability to do, there ends up being so little canvas that even most beautiful painting can’t be finished.
Give Hubby a hand, will you? I don’t know about you, but I thought his review was beautiful. Of course, I’m a little biased, but I’m pretty impressed, so go Hubby!!
We’ll be starting our next books soon, so stay tuned for Part II in the coming months.