I just finished Ayn Rand's "The Fountainhead" and thoroughly enjoyed it, more so than "Atlas Shrugged". I must admit, I do read most books for their face value, as I dearly hated high school English class when we would tear apart books for their inherent symbolism. However, it's really hard to read "The Fountainhead" and not see the deeper story.
The surface story is about an architect, Howard Roark, his struggles to become an architect unlike any other of his time; his rival, Peter Keating; and a slick and slimy newspaper columnist, Ellsworth Toohey, among others.
The underlying story is about ethics, standing up for what you believe in no matter what the cost, the universal battle between good and evil, and the threat of facism.
As with "Atlas Shrugged", I found Rand's heroic characters rather staid and unemotional. Many would say that their lack of outward emotion DEFINES their deep emotion. I gleefully despised Toohey, surprisingly liked Gail Wynand, was completely frustrated by the relationship between Roark and Dominique Francon -- and just got completely caught up in the story.