As I rarely discard a book, it should thus come as no surprise that I have overflowing shelves of novels I’ve once read, enjoyed, savoured and then swore up-and-down-back-and-forth that I was going to re-read someday. Alas, it is someday. I’m spending whole of 2016 revisiting my book collection, digging back into books I read once, but that I haven’t read (or listened to) in at least four years. So, we’re about to find out what was worth reading… twice.
“I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.” – Darth Vader
Frank Herbert’s Dune is a science fiction classic that is beyond compare. And it takes place on a sand world, a world not unlike a certain sandy world in another science fiction epic, a world where a bit of sand got under a certain Jedi’s thin skin and drove him to the dark side.
If I recall, and the few dozen pages I read this evening to kick things off refreshed my memory a bit, Dune is a little less campy than Star Wars, filled with political intrigue and deeply mystical interpretations of the universe, with roving bands of desert tribes farming moisture from the arid land… uh… okay, so maybe I’d better actually read this book before it all just becomes another blur of spaceships and interplanetary adventure.
It’s time for some epic science fiction. But dig in, because this one is about 800 pages thick. But, I read on…