Yesterday, I started reading Sandworms of Dune. I ddin’t stop until the wee hours of the morning, until I had completely finished the book.
It wasn’t a good book.
The editor in my head asks:
But then why did you read is so voraciously?
Personally, Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson’s work in this latest series of books is disappointing. I didn’t like what they did with it. The writing is a bit stale, repetitive and annoying.
I am Norma Cenva, the Oracle of Time!
I am the ultimate Kwisatz Haderach!
Typical dialogue from the book. Terrible.
I actually didn’t mind the Legends of Dune trilogy. it wasn’t as bad as this. The whole book is almost anti-climactic. We all know where the book was heading. Except Wellington Yueh and Leto II, none of the other gholas’ character is explored really.
Why? The thing is that these books come after Dune 6: Chapterhouse Dune, which is, in my opinion, one of the best books in the series by Frank Herbert. For something to follow, it needs to be incredible and great, which this book is not.
Maybe I can stand Kevin J. Anderson and Brian Herbert writing about other eras in the Dune universe, but to write it with the original characters… Well it has to be excellent to live up to Frank Herbert’s writing.
And of course, it does not.
I did enjoy parts of it. I liked how Waff made the sandworms into seaworms. Maybe Frank Herbert did say that the unkown enemy were machines. The machines aren’t portrayed machine-like. They emulate the worst emotions of humans, just like the Cymeks. In that sense, Omnius didn’t feel threatening. He wasn’t enough of a machine. He was too busy boasting and prattling on about his great accomplishments.
This whole ghola thing was a bad idea. I don’t think Frank Herbert had this planned. I don’t mean the ghola concept, but the fact that Herbert and Anderson decided to bring back Paul Atreides, Leto II, Jessica, Chan, Liet-Kynes, Stilgar and others. It was just a gimmick and didn’t really serve any purpose. Which was why when Duncan Idaho became a serialized ghola Heretics of Dune, Frank Herbert introduced the notion and worked with it. Frank Herbert would never want to revist Leto II or Paul Atreides. Their paths are finished. Even in the end, when Leto II recovers parts of his memory, there was no real goal to it. He just became a massive worm and it didn’t have any impact really.
Indubitably, Face-Dancers are involved in the Daniel and Marty myth.
“Herbert gives us a segment narrated from their point of view only at the very end of the novel. They are offshoots of the Tleilaxu Face Dancers sent out in the Scattering and have become almost godlike because of their capacity to assume the persona of whoever they kill – and they have been doing this for centuries, capturing Mentats and Tleilaxu Masters and whatever else they could assimilate, until now they play with whole planets and civilizations. They are weirdly benign when they first appear in the visions of Duncan Idaho as a calm elderly couple working in a flower garden, trying to capture him in their net…”
I do believe, as do many others, that Daniel and Marty are Face-Dancers from the Scattering. They did become god-like. This had nothing to do with the thinking machines.
Many issues aren’t explored. The whole mystery of the Scattering, the weird technologies that were discovered and developped, how the Honored Matres pushed back into the Old Empire, with weapons, culture and technology. those matters aren’t explored.
It’s so terribly disappointing.
The strange things that Duncan Idaho could do aren’t even fully explored. He had weapon design libraries in his head, that were from the future.
Anyways, that’s that. Profoundly disappointed in the terrible ending. Humans and machines, together, what a load of rubbish. I have strong feelings about this. Frank Herbert is one of my favorite authors. I have read him since childhood.
Now that Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson will continue to desecrate what Frank Herbert has created, with Paul of Dune set to be published in September, I think that I’ll go back to my Frank Herbert books and read the again, voraciously.
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