License Plate #2: Mr. Galt and Mr. Long.
Mar. 28th, 2011 12:07 pm There's an old Far Side cartoon, the caption of which says something like "How nature signals 'stay away.'" It shows all manner of animals in threatening poses, except for the picture of the human in the clown suit, inner tube, and other absurdist paraphernalia.
That's how I feel about this license plate. When you're young and stupid, Lazarus Long is about as admirable a role model as Hank Reardon, Dagny Taggart, or Howard Roark. I don't say that with much venom: sometimes a clear authoritarian message dolled up in anti-authoritarian blather helps a young person power through their own stupidity and make it to adulthood alive.
But just as, eventually, you begin to see just how creepy the whole Randian enterprise is, so too must the mature reader come to the hope and prayer that Long wasn't some Mary Sue for Bob Heinlein. The nihilistic narcissim of cloning your own sex-changed twins and then sleeping with them only shows just how far along poor old Bob was into the kind of angsty loss-of-vitality story that so plagued the later fiction of Bellow, Updike, and other writers who wrote through that national quasi-male-menopausal period known as "the 70s." Ultimately, Lazarus Long deserves to be left behind.
I used to think something like this was hot. Now I know better.
That's how I feel about this license plate. When you're young and stupid, Lazarus Long is about as admirable a role model as Hank Reardon, Dagny Taggart, or Howard Roark. I don't say that with much venom: sometimes a clear authoritarian message dolled up in anti-authoritarian blather helps a young person power through their own stupidity and make it to adulthood alive.
But just as, eventually, you begin to see just how creepy the whole Randian enterprise is, so too must the mature reader come to the hope and prayer that Long wasn't some Mary Sue for Bob Heinlein. The nihilistic narcissim of cloning your own sex-changed twins and then sleeping with them only shows just how far along poor old Bob was into the kind of angsty loss-of-vitality story that so plagued the later fiction of Bellow, Updike, and other writers who wrote through that national quasi-male-menopausal period known as "the 70s." Ultimately, Lazarus Long deserves to be left behind.
I used to think something like this was hot. Now I know better.

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Date: 2011-03-28 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-30 07:50 pm (UTC)Hey, you took my porn story plot!
Seriously:
Hey, I'd like to read a story by Elf wherein he takes that idea and turns it into a tale that's actually good.
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Date: 2011-03-28 07:48 pm (UTC)From advanced middle age, I'd say that it's just as true for me now: I admire Lazarus Long every bit as much as I do Hank Reardon, Dagny Taggard, or Howard Roark.
Date: 2011-03-29 12:36 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2011-03-29 02:50 am (UTC)Hmm
Date: 2011-03-29 02:12 am (UTC)Ken Shardik?
Seriously, how have you, of all people, missed this point so badly?
These characters aren't meant as role models. Their authors didn't emulate them, certainly, and didn't expect others to do so either.
The purpose of these characters-- and the stories written around them-- is to illustrate certain ideals. These illustrations aren't meant to be realistic. Other aspects of the characters' personalities and the events in the stories are necessarily also unrealistic in service of this goal.
You seem to have lost your idealism, and for that, you have my pity-- but those of us who still have ideals can still appreciate and admire characters like John Galt and Lazarus Long.
By the way, to his "intimates and trusted friends" (his own words, from a letter to Jerry Pournelle in July 1973) he was "Robert." He allowed "friendly acquaintances and friends who are not quite intimate ones" to call him Bob, but to you and me, he was "Mr. Heinlein."
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