I recently started rereading Atlas Shrugged, and was having fun with it-- no matter what else, Rand created a world where interesting things happen. It was also interesting because some things have changed. Her bad guy rich people were bad because they were slack-- they weren't interested in running their businesses, they had barely enough energy to get government favors. The modern type who's energetically taking as much money as possible out of the business with the intent of going somewhere else is barely present.

I can't stand Robinson any more. The tone of "we're cooler than the mundanes" has revolted me to the point where even the milder earlier version gets on my nerves. It's possible that I should give Stardance another chance some time. It's also possible that the effects of Very Bad Dreams have faded. Robinson has a sadistic imagination.

Back when, I bought a copy of Running Jumping Standing Still when I happened to see it, and was annoyed to find that I liked it.

I reread "Magic, Inc." recently, and liked it very much. I haven't read much Lewis or Chesterton lately.

My concern about pathology is a suspicion that what I like is the comfort of being told what to think in a palatable way.

I obviously haven't completely lost my taste for didactic fiction.