Well, I STILL NEED A DEBATER-VOLUNTEER willing to defend the Latin American left (or some aspect of it) on Wednesday night (Nov. 1, at 8pm, at Lolita Bar) and will e-mail the world to announce who that is by Monday at the latest (just e-mail me, the host, at ToddSeavey[at]earthlink.net).
For now, let us think of this hypothetical debate volunteer as “Comandante Plus-One,” if you will, a metaphorical ski mask disguising battle-hardened left-wing features.
And do not be frightened away from volunteering by the fact that I am quoted (twice) in an article about Ayn Rand on GQ.com (which will also appear in their December issue).
I partially defend Rand — and will have far more to say about that in tomorrow’s climactic, utopian entry — but there’s one more thing I could have said in defense of her much-loved, much-mocked Atlas Shrugged, it occurs to me: that in addition to being more about philosophy than about realistic character portraits, it actually does work fairly well as a “Russian novel” (unsurprising, given where she emigrated from), in the sense that it aims, through a plethora of characters, to capture their whole social milieu and political circumstances more than their individual psyches. In that way, she’s very capitalist but not merely bourgeois-individualist.