I have Dune fatigue, it is official. My desire to read is equally fueled by Herbert’s ability to catch a reader and by simply wanting to find out what will happen. Is it accurate to merit a book by your need to finish the book? Can your obsessive need to find out what happens override the quality of the story?
Yes, I think so. How else can you explain soap operas and those evening teen dramas? Roswell and Gilmore Girls. And perhaps, Dune. The Dune world is losing my interest. I’m driven by a need to know people and the people are second place to the evolution of the human species. That’s not really interesting to me. I have been reading at a crazy pace, so at the very least I’ll take some time off before deciding to read the fifth book.
I realized that I don’t like the godly point of view of some of these books because I’m just as bored as the prescient characters. Herbert has me fooled! By the time of this writing I am more than halfway done with book four. Dune and Children of Dune seem quite alike whereas Dune Messiah and God Emperor of Dune are similar in style to me.
But perhaps all of this is due to the physical books I purchased — their designs and shape follow this formula of mine.
Children of Dune brought me back into the layered plots and unknowns of book one. I was excited that Ghanima was female, but was disappointed that she fell aside as Herbert kept the reader with Leto II. At least, Jessica was back to beguile us with her plots and her grace.
I am starting to wonder why Herbert jumps so much time from one book to the next. Did he know his life was too short to go into the depths that he wanted? Why couldn’t we have more time with the characters? Alas, maybe I will become fanatical enough to read the books by his son+writer person.
I am still waiting for Harry Potter to grow up, and I’m a bit dismayed that he may go through is own young-man-mope. Rowling’s writing is still perfectly aimed at the youngsters. While I breeze through the summaries of the previous volume, I dream of who is going to fall in love with whom, etc. The Prisoner of Azkaban includes a slightly more complicated plot. Harry begins to learn that people are not completely good nor bad — and maybe he needs to put time into strengthening his relationships with his friends.
I’m not sure why I thought this might be an uplifting book; however, I needed something that was at least different from the serialized books I have been piling through. No wizards or planets other than earth was my requirement.
So I read my way into a Hitler-sympathetic America. I watched a Jewish family in New York disintegrate through the eyes of their youngest child (Philip Roth). The adults around Roth fall apart. Older siblings, parents, and relatives slowly emerge to be the flawed human beings they always were.
Roth watches, imagines, and dramatizes the world around him. It is terrifying to watch and made even more terrifying because of the truth Roth weaves into this unbelievable world. Elect a Nazi-sympathizer in order to avoid war and keep the comforts of American life? Elect someone who says what you want to hear so that your life does not change and life is easy?
I ended up with a battered copy of Dune Messiah because I will always purchase the book with the personal note or other lively characteristic. This particular copy was missing a vital part of its dust jacket. I can only hope that a devout fan has that picture tacked next to their bed or writing desk.
There was no glossary to lure me into knowing more than the characters. This second volume of the Dune series captured my attention, I finished it in two days, yet I felt like it was missing something vital. Maybe I am reading too many series at one time (the count is only at two, and a third is under consideration), maybe the passion that was lacking was Paul’s passion.
Indeed, Paul is filled with foreboding and even loses his eyes, though not his sight. Eventually, I realized that he wasn’t going to make it through this book and the series would live on without him. I’m not sure how I feel about this concept, that I am supposed to be more attached to a family line and a planet than one single character. A difference between Dune and Harry Potter. Maybe a difference between science fiction and young adult fiction.
The world of Dune continues to evolved and Paul becomes a Messiah as the title indicates. A circle is complete and now we will enter the new lush world of Dune and learn of Paul’s godly children, and I can only hope that Jessica makes a cameo.
The Chamber of Secrets starts out with a nice and quick summary and slips right back into the action. Harry discovers what it’s like to live like a wizard when he spends the rest of his summer with Ron and the next suspect is presented — Percy.
I know I shouldn’t have fallen for it, but Rowling keeps throwing undeniably questionable events into the plot. Percy must be somehow involved with the mysterious Chamber of Secrets and petrified half-breeds. The Chamber of Secrets also makes it quite evident why the Harry Potter series encourages tolerance through the “hunting” of half-breeds by the monster that is released from the Chamber.
This volume is filled with tense moments between Potter and Malfoy (and Malfoy senior). Ginny, Ron’s little sister, enters Hogwarts and appears to be a future love interest for Harry. Perhaps there was even some flirting between Ron and Hermione. Potter strengthens his standing as a hero for those who are held down by the dark and powerful through his release of Dobby, a tricky elf, at the end of the novel.
The ups and downs are well paced, but I’m ready to transition to the books for an older reader. I took a peek at the bookstore and was surprised (maybe a bit intimidated) by the girth of the volumes down the road.
Herbert quickly swept me into Dune and the main two protagonists — Paul and Jessica — carried me through the book. These two characters travel to a different planet with a different culture, and their names emphasize their foreignness. The names increasingly highlight a feeling of non-belonging. The familiarity of the names clash with Paul and Jessica’s evolution of abilities and discoveries. Eventually, they receive different names which blatantly symbolizes their transition and assimilation.
I think of Dune and imagine the story flowing like sand shifting downward. When I started reading it, I completely skipped over the table of contents and missed the fact that there is a glossary. I do think there is value in being just as lost and confused as the characters when they immerse themselves in the alien culture of the Fremen. But that is not all that is weaved into these pages. There is a healthy dose of mysticism and politics. I love that even though Herbert makes it clear that Paul’s father will die, I still want him to pull through — somehow.
For science fiction’s supreme masterpiece, I don’t think Herbert missed a beat. If I could have read the book in its entirety over two days, I would have.