As soon as I turned the last page of Atlas Shrugged, I started from the beginning to read the first chapter. I should have known the significance when a chapter is titled “The Theme.” I just didn’t register at first. I consider reading and finishing the book a paramount achievement. It’s one of those books whose philosophy that you don’t necessarily agree with in full but that it provokes you to think. Finishing this book justifies taking a break from reading—for a day.
Another reason for this break is the lack of luck in finding a copy of Oreo by Fran Ross, a satire of racial identity that was ignored during its era. Published in 1974, the book had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It certainly didn’t speak to the wider cultural landscape of the moment. I really like to get a copy and read for myself.