I liked The Fountainhead...in high school. Even then though, the misogyny came through and I could not figure out why the man, Howard Rourke, was good enough to do anything or be anything...but the female protagonist was only good enough to be his "partner" (and I use the term loosely).
This is a book that does appeal to immature men. I won't say young men, because some of them never do grow out of it . It's idealistic in a way that conservative authors rarely are. Quite the opposite, in fact: conservative authors are supposed to be realistic and practical, and liberal authors are supposed to be the dreamers. Right?
The Fountainhead is a pipe dream. It paints the world with a simplistic brush and then draws its conclusions from the dumbed down version of reality it has painted, and those conclusions are attractive. It's black and white: Rourke is a creative genius and everyone else is just in his way. He takes everything he wants to, including an unwilling woman. He steps over all the 2D cardboard cutout opponents that face him. It appeals to narcissists, and says you can conquer the world if only you are true to yourself.
If only the world actually worked that way. So, let's say the world is full of Rourkes...exactly what happens and whose grandiose visions and ideals win the day when they all start clashing? Answer me that, oh objectivism devotees ...
This book also appeals to American individualist values. It's the same reason that Americans love quarterbacks and pitchers. Everyone wants to be the hero, and celebrity is king. Topical since Trump just won the election.
P.S. I will just say I completely disagree with the notion that men need to feel just as safe from "false accusations" as women need to feel safe from unwanted advances. Statistics show that "false accusations" in sexual assault and rape cases run about 3%-8%, so...men need to feel an entire order of magnitude less "safe". Not to mention that there is seemingly a world of difference between feeling insulting or offended that someone has accused you of something you didn't do versus, you know, actually suffering a real physical assault/violation?
Let's not perpetuate rape culture any more than society already does...
Glad to have relit the fuse of this post.
It's testament to Rand's tenacity that twelve publishers turned down The Fountainhead till someone saw the light, and risked his job to get it published. No matter, it was the act of writing and distributing that was the making of her.
Ouspensky, I think of as Gurdjieff Made Easy, not the real thing. Beelzebub's Tales by the man himself is deliberately hard but can be waded through slowly. Very slowly.
The treacle in some areas of life exhibited by communism can happen anywhere. Tonal classical music flourished behind the iron curtain but not so here in Western Europe.
That's what's so good about chess. You can't fake chess quality by awarding a patzer a prize or academic post. We know Carlsen is the real thing.