And if you actually liked the book (or claim to), then the best way you can "go John Galt" is by killing yourself. Seriously. If what you really want is to remove yourself from society, it doesn't get much more definitive than that.

I could have put this under politics, but it's equally good as a literary review.

Hey Jenny Slater.: Atlas sucked.

Theirs was a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning rubber, and like the city their passion was open 24/7, steam rising from their bodies like slick streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through manhole covers stamped "Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J."

The Bulwer-Lytton 2008 Results

Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody murder. We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, "Stay the course."

I think Mr. Iacocca is a mite perturbed, at George.

Borders - Feature - Where Have All the Leaders Gone?

Okay, this isn't recommending Wikipedia, but rather my book review for American Gods. Pretty good, a very interesting take on myth, mythologies and how they could operate.

American Gods - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia