Thursday, November 27, 2008
ATLAS SHRUGGED, a gift from my grandfather, a reminder of what shaped me -
when i was 10,
(true story here)
my grandfather handed me this book.
he would do this every now and then, hand me a book. i learned that there was an expectation attached to the gift, that you would read it, and not discuss it, but absorb it. learn from it. that he was handing you a piece of himself that he thought important to your life.
if you haven't read ayn rand, it's a big tome for a ten year old.
i loved it.
i think her philosophy altered me and gave me such a sense of confidence,
of belief in the creative will,
of the "virtue of selfishness" (her words, though easily mine),
that i re-read it every three years for a long time.
to revisit dagny taggart. and john galt. and myself.
if you haven't read it, i don't know if i can recommend it. it's an intensely personal book, it would be like recommending a memory that gets gilded with age. or a religion that you practise in privacy.
but on this trip, i took it and read it in the mornings. late in the night. on the plane before i slept.
and i reconnected with my grandfather.
the book is about change that one chooses. and how it alters the world, and the self.
it felt like good timing.