Oh come on. This is like dismissing Animal Farm because pigs don't talk. While true, it misses the point that what the pigs do in that novel have real world analogs.
But the problem is that in "Animal Farm", to continue your analogy, it isn't the case that the real-world moral conclusion of the fable -- that communism is evil --
depends on pigs talking in the real world. It depends on the pigs' actions towards other animals being similar to those of the communist leaders towards those under them, and the history of the farm being similar to the revolution-to-dictatorship arc of the communist story. Which it is.
Not so with Rand's fiction. For the people in her world to act in a way that is both objectivist (selfish) and moral requires that the non-objectivists be, indeed, "looters" with a "philosophy of death". In such a condition -- where the only non-selfish people on earth are liars, thieves, and murderers -- objectivism's goals
coincide with "regular" morality's goals. All moralists agree that fighting murder, lies, and theft are good. But in the real world, where this is not the case -- where the vast majority of humanity is neither objectivist nor a bunch of faceless, worthless, parasitical "looters" -- the objectivist way of action would be one of massive injustice.
So while the analogy between
Animal Farm and the real communist world holds, indeed is striking, the analogy between
Atlas Shrugged and the real world fails.
It is, by the way, a testament to the far superior literary skills of Orwell over Rand that he, in a much shorter book discussing talking animals on one farm, manages to create a fictional world whose relation to the real world is so much more relevant than Rand, for all her tropes and attempts to be "realistic" and describe the running of a "hard-headed" modern corporation. Why? Because Orwell understood human beings and how they work, so even his most remote fantasies and
prima facie unrealistic characters have a deep versimilitude. Rand never understood what people are: she only has caricatures, paper-machie figures who grasp desperately to look believable and utterly fail.
Whittaker Chambers (yes,
that Whittaker Chambers)
hit the nail on the head about Rand's novel long ago. The best adjective to describe the book -- "preposterous" -- has nothing to do with it not dealing with real events (Orwell's 1984 is not preposterous just because it speaks of "memory holes", "thought crimes", or "telescreens"), but with the note of falsity, of you-got-to-be-kidding-me lack of versimilitude that permeates the whole book.
If the
characters ring true, the surrounding gizmos are less important, as in Orwell or in good science fiction novels. If the characters are fake caricatures, as in Rand, all attempts at making the scene "realistic" by having them pour over scientific reports or income statements will not make the novel one bit less silly. If anything it will make it look
more silly by highlighting this failure.