| | Hey, everybody. I'm still reading The Fountainhead, but when I got to the scene of Dominique's rape I hadda put it down and think a long while. Of course, in the hyperbolic "context" which Rand gives us as omniscient narrator, Dominique "wanted it," but that don't mitigate Roark's use of force; it only speaks to Dominique's own nihilistic premise. Context, like reality, must be discernable through ordinary human senses or it cannot be said to exist. So the context of "Dominique's engraved invitation" is created only by Rand's use of the omniscient narrator. Dominique, in no rationally discernable way, expresses even that she likes Roark. Her observable profile is perfectly consistent with fear, hate, disgust any number of "I don't want to have sex with you" type feelings. She doesn't even trouble herself to get his name. As for the usually blunt Roark, he fails to make even the most rudimentary inquiry. Besides, these two people are individuals, the insanity of one in no way mitigates the violence of the other.
The real issue is not whether Dominique found sick pleasure in being forced, but rather what in blazes does Roark think he is doing? Does Roark even know what he's doing? To those of you who have finished the book, does he ever speak of the rape?
I'm bothered by Rand's insistence on Roark's lack of awareness of other human beings. As a personal failing of a visionary artist, I can accept it; in the face of his creation, other people are likely to take a back seat. But Roark takes indifference to a super-human level; he cannot even account for why he would find himself thinking about Dominique the very next day after the rape! Roark has a much happier relationship with granite than with most people. If he should treat Dominique the way he treats granite, shouldn't we be concerned? But Rand presents him as ideal, a hero without flaw. I'm concerned that this book should be a primer for would-be Objectivists. An over-identification with Roark and an easy acceptance of the rape as "sexy" or "abstract" or "good literature" would seem to reflect a real lack of empathy or even awareness of other people in the reader (I don't mean to malign anyone who enjoyed the chapter, I only mean to suggest that in extreme cases of identification--the kind commonly found in fans of any work of art--liking The Fountainhead too much could be a problem for Objectivism). Seems like some of the books biggest fans wouldn't necessarily be the most rational ones. With this human failing as a foundation, Objectivism can be used to bolster all sorts of violence-loving credos, can it not?
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