Wow. I sort of knew the story, but only sort of. Now I have read Branden’s memoir Judgment Day: My Years With Ayn Rand.
Nathaniel Branden, born Nathan Blumenthal, (1930-2014) was clearly a very bright fellow. For the majority of his career, he was a psychotherapist in California and an expert in various types of treatment and in the study of self esteem. Born in Toronto, after high school and before college, he went to work for an uncle in Winnipeg, where he met his first wife, Barbara, with whom he went to California to study. Branden’s background was that of a shy, somewhat repressed intellectual kid, but Barbara, the daughter of a wealthy Jewish family, who apparently made up for the lack of parental love from her beautiful mother by having relationships with a load of folks in high school, was the opposite. Their relationship teetered back and forth (he was faithful, she was not) but lasted into marriage and a move to New York City.
Somewhere along the way, they discovered Ayn Rand and The Fountainhead, and were hooked on the book, and on Rand’s philosophy of “Objectivism”, touting selfishness as a virtue, the perfect man (intellectually, physically and philosophically) as the ideal, and laissez fair capitalism as the way for society to construct itself.
To make a long story short, they met their idol and became part of a unique set of young accolades, a cult to be sure, calling themselves “the Collective”, devoting their intellectual energies, their social commitments, and their time to her, her writing and her philosophy. Except in Branden’s case, there was something more. He became her lover. Okay, so he was married to Barbara, and she was married to a quietly mysterious man, Frank, but both of them accepted this arrangement (which was kept hidden from others) because of their adulation of Ayn and their willingness to tolerate anything she wanted to do. There was one other strange factor here. Branden (still Blumenthal at the time) was 20, and Rand was 45.
This arrangement continued for about 15 years. During this time, the Nathaniel/Barbara marriage kept teetering until it teetered into separation and then divorce, and Nathaniel fell in love with a woman 10 years younger than he (she was 23 at the time), Patrecia, also a member of the Collective, and creating another relationship that this time had to be kept secret from Ayn. Nathaniel was not interested in a sexual relationship with almost 60 year old Ayn, but Ayn was not ready to give up on Nathaniel.
The upshot is that eventually, they told Ayn, she exploded (as she was wont to do whenever contradicted about anything), and cut herself off completely from Nathaniel (who had devoted his life up to that time to her work, and was running an educational and publication organization devoted to her.) He was her protege, her would-be successor, and her heir, but that was gone now.
Rand was clearly a psychological mess throughout her career, but her charisma was such that she could hold the Collective together, attract innumerable followers and admirers across the world, and somehow mask her craziness as something that should be expected of a person of her genius.
Nathaniel married Patrecia, who had become a rising actress, and moved back to California, where his psychotherapy reputation grew, and all was peaches and cream, until Patrecia, who suffered from a mild epileptic condition (controlled by medication) had a seizure, and fell into their swimming pool and drowned at the age of 37. Branden, after a long recover period, married his third (and last wife) and presumably had a successful career, dying at 84. He lived about 30 years after Rand passed away; they never reconciled – she refused.
Last tidbit – one of the active members of the Collective? Alan Greenspan. Who knew?