He's an original, and the dean sends him packing.
He's a student when we meet him in the New York of the 1920s, standing naked on a cliff, laughing, staring down into the caverns of granite that beckon below-the raw material for his buildings-to-be. Long before Atlas Shrugged became the bible of Ayn Rand's Objectivist movement, and long before fans and critics would argue over Rand's status as novelist or philosopher, there was The Fountainhead and Howard Roark.Ī representation of his creator's romantic ideal, Roark is tall and strong, all straight angles, like the structures he builds. He'll take his lumps, but at least he'll keep his self-respect.
He knows that every building, like every person, must have integrity if it is to survive in a harsh world.
He'd sooner work as a day laborer than compromise his imaginative designs. "You want to stand alone against the whole world?" That's certainly how it seems for Howard Roark as he's expelled from architecture school for refusing to copy the classical styles of the past.
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