It is odd to me that people care one iota about Ayn Rand the person. She was a novelist and philosopher, and so the best way to approach her is to read her works and think about them, not to try to read ancient and unreliable dish about her personal life.

Anyone who is fascinated by the sort of gossip that these biographers found (such as the idea that Frank was a wuss who didn't want to move to NY or that Rand was addicted to speed) would probably strongly prefer People magazine to any of Rand's works. Fortunately for them, many such magazines exist.

There is an odd tone of satisfaction in many reviews of Rand biographies... as if the writer feels somehow more empowered to critique Rand's ideas after learning about some personal foible or other than he/she did after reading (or attempting to read) one of her books.