Atilla Shrugged is a bit of a lark. Still hopefully we provide a useful view of Ayn Rand the anarchist and precursor to contemporary neo-cons, pretenders for unrestrained power, experts at coining sanction for their deprivations. Atilla also provides a speaking box on the topic for the great Fyodor Dostoyevsky, otherwise he would almost be silent.
Act I from The Brothers Karamazov", wherein the Devil tells an anecdote of Ayn in the afterlife....
Act II from Crime and Punishment", wherein Raskolnikov foreshadows the Randian Hero...
Act III from The Idiot", wherein Malthus gets his due...
I've always hit it off with Tea Party organizers: “Government has over-reached; people should suffer or enjoy the consequences of their own actions”. I'm down with that, and they actually get Quantitative Easing, which is awesome. But given more time to express themselves, sooner or later they're dancing in the shadow of the Apocalypse. Somewhere along the line, their passionate plea for liberty swaps out Jack-Booted Storm Troopers with the Zen Masters of self-interest: Stateless Corporations. Not that they're doing such a great job now but, when the Jacks are gone, whose boot is going be on Monsanto's neck, anyway?
“Oh, so you like the Government thugs, so long as they're working for you…” Geez, so much for conversation. Being unprepared to follow these battle-hardened veterans into their bunkers, I realized I needed to get a handle on where they were coming from…
… and it always seemed to lead back to Ayn Rand.
“I will stop the voter of the world!”
—Koch Family Motto
As a teen, I'd read Ayn's Sci-Fi novella Anthem: Equality 7-2521 fights back against a crushing authoritarianism; a plot that mapped well to my world-view. I moved on to The Fountainhead: blowing shit up and having sex with whoever you want and apologizing to no one. It had its appeal. I continued with Atlas Shrugged, which, somehow I survived; I realize now how easily I could have gone with the Nietzschean line.
I returned to Atlas Shrugged with somewhat of a forensic frame of mind, carefully examining it for evidence that might help unravel the crime scene that our national political economy has become.
At a time when this project was starting to take over my life, a friend pulled me aside and asked if maybe I wasn't overdoing it. “Unwind a little”, she said. She gave me a copy of The Brothers Karamazov, which I'd never succeeded in finishing before. It had an immediate effect on me, an antidote to the Aristotelian drug flowing by then in my veins.
After such a heavy dose of Randianism, The Brothers Karamazov felt like a vacation, but before long, I was back on the case: on the eve of Demtiri Karamazov's trial for the murder of their father, Ivan falls into a delirium in which he finds himself in conversation with the Devil. From the great distance of generations, Dostoyevsky saw the philosophical underpinnings of who Ayn was to become, and left us some clues on how to understand it all.
I pored over Pushkin and Gogol for context and then took on Crime and Punishment, The Gambler and The Idiot (my personal favorite). You might imagine my friend's reaction as I related my discovery: in order to fathom the Tea Party, you have to take in Ayn Rand, and to make sense of Ayn Rand you have to read Dostoyevsky. “Who's next" she asked "James Joyce?”
Most people seem to think of Dostoyevsky as some sort of storm cloud, but he is really a very funny guy, you just have to give him time. He was the one that got me to understand that Ayn was just cribbing from Revelations with her own Saint John of Galt's Gulch.
I was baffled by the improbable Tea Party alliance of Evangelicals and Libertarians until I started looking at it through the lens of Apocalyptics; then it all made sense.