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November 29, 2017

It is a continuing astonishment to many a sensible adult that anyone who survived adolescence takes Ayn Rand seriously. Yet admirers of this creator of fat, hyperventilating novels, which extolled “the virtue of selfishness” and the capitalist superhero, have filled conservative power lists for decades.

Those said to take counsel these days from her feverish portraits of egomaniacs at the top include Paul Ryan; Ron and Rand Paul; and the current president of the United States, Donald J. Trump. You may be surprised to learn that this roster has come to include the daring Tony-winning director Ivo van Hove, a creator of productions that might well provoke cries of puritanical censure from the Senate floor.

Yet on the evidence of his adaptation of Rand’s breakthrough novel, “The Fountainhead” (1943), which opened at the Brooklyn Academy of Music on Tuesday night, she has seldom had a better advocate. Not, I hasten to add, for her ferocious vision of free-market fundamentalism, which has so enchanted right-leaning politicians and economists.

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