You know. The scene when Rob Reiner, playing mocumentarist Marti DeBergi, remarks,
"The review for [the album] 'Shark Sandwich' was merely a two word review, which simply read: 'Shit Sandwich.'"
Ha! Excellent. My iPod is even named Shark Sandwich in honor of this line.
But now, there's a new, witty two-word review vying for my love.
The cultural contrivance eliciting said commentary is the book, Atlas Shrugged.
The forum, Goodreads.com.
And the review:
"I shrugged."
For some reason I just loved that. I guess since I've hated this book for so long, it was great to see someone else immediately dismiss the idea that it's even worth discussing. I felt so refreshingly validated in my disdain!
The reason I felt that I NEEDED validation is because I'm seemingly the only masochist I know who, while despising every aspect of Rand's Social Darwinist fantasy/philosophy, actually struggled through the entire 1,000 pages. Everyone ELSE who read it must have done so because they actually LIKED it, so there's generally no one around to get my back when conversation turns toward this book. Thus, every time I've discussed it, I've felt like a lone voice of dissent amongst passionate John Galt evangelists. Oy!
So thank you, Goodreads anonymous user, for providing a more zen-like perspective on my least-favorite author, in just two little words.
Let me close with a bad, dual-referential witticism, to tie together the theme:
It's like, how much more black could Ayn Rand's heart be? And the answer is none. None more black.
