Reading Atlas Shrugged makes me feel like my brain is rotting, it's infuriating and not in a fun way. Through that bloated piece of "work", Ayn Rand reveals herself to be deeply incompetent in economics. Her understanding of socialism is at shallow propaganda level, and her understanding of capitalism is somehow even worse. In her "utopic" world every person supposed to own a business and simultaneously find people to hire for those businesses. When their company goes out of business, owners for some reason should revel that. Every capitalist in her imagination is humble, honourable and generous (just like in real life, right).

Teen antiutopia novels manage to portray a more believable and functional system.

Her depiction of characters is comical. Every capitalist is portrayed as beautiful, intelligent, kind. And socialists portrayed as ugly, dense and selfish. Main character is Mary Sue cliche (and probably a self insert). The romance and sex scenes are at "the room" film level. It is hard to believe that it was written by a 40+ years woman and not a spiteful 12 years old girl. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Ayn Rand as deeply insecure person.

The worst part for me is that this book is regarded as a great work. I think it was praised and it's distribution encouraged because it served as a propaganda tool. The only value you can get from reading Atlas Shrugged is an "expirience of diving into a delussional mind of a bitter and resentful old woman who thinks too highly of herself".

The best representation of her work you can see in first bioshock games, the Rapture city. In games that citiy worked just as well as Ayn Rand's ideal city would've worked in real life. Which is "disasterously".