Dune By Frank Herbert

Being as long as it has been since I’ve last read Dune, eight or nine years or so, I had a small worry that my extremely high opinion of the book was at least slightly inflated by time’s passage and fond memory. The first chapter alone was enough to dissuade me of that. I sit here now, having just finished, with full confirmation that Dune remains on the throne my thirteen-year-old self set it upon; that of my favorite book. Herbert’s writing is sharp, his ideas are powerful, and he is willing to dive deep immediately. He asks much of the reader, providing a glossary and gently insisting we keep up. Those types of stories are the most rewarding, I’ve found.

Forgive me but most of this review, all of it perhaps, will be unfiltered praise. This book means a lot to me; it has for a long time. And revisiting it, in light of all the exciting movie news with Denis Villeneuve, was more than a treat. I will refrain from summarizing the story; it’s likely you know what it’s about. If not, Goodreads has neatly summarized it better than I will.

The book, and the prose in general, holds up extremely well for having been written over fifty years ago. Admittedly the character thoughts and some dialogue is a little stiff in areas. But not so much so that it hindered my enjoyment in any way. Additionally I’m not used to omniscient narration; you just don’t see it that often currently. I don’t at least. So the POV hopping without chapter or line breaks took just a little getting used to. Having said that, I am so impressed by Herbert’s expertise at moving his story using the art of conversation, and all its minutiae. This is especially true when Fremen are in conversation with non-natives, and the culture clash is on display.

If you hold it in your hand, what you hold is more than a mere science fiction novel. It breaks through those boundaries as a worm broaching the desert surface. This is a space-fantasy, and a heady mixture. The story is wrapped up as much in mysticism and religion as it is in technology; more so even. It is as concerned with ecological prediction and deep, flowing political undercurrents as it is with a well-written fight scene. It is the perfect mixture of odd-future strangeness, vast cosmic scope, and spiritual involvement that stitches the story up at the seams. Prophecy, and psychedelic consciousness-expansion through the addictive spice melange, are as much the heart of this story as laser guns and space ships. So much so that one wonders just how many mushrooms Frank Herbert was eating as he penned this thing in the 1960’s. And I’m only kind of kidding.

Herbert, with this first story alone, never mind the sequels, displays an absolute mastery of world-building. He has just the right flavors of real-world inspiration and influence to make it all feel familiar; especially in the touches of Eastern influence, down to the broken remnants of Sanskrit appearing in the Fremen language. It all just feels so feasible. Like you’re at once reading a manual of our distant future and texts of our ancient past. Meeting in the now. That ethereal, dream-like moment of present time. The now. It’s clear I’ve been infected by the mood of the story. And beyond anything else, the story is itself is just so interesting. I found it hard to put down even for a moment. Even the epigraphs are worth a session of deep thought, and clearly lead the way for popular usage in things like Sanderson’s Cosmere stories.

Dune influenced so much that followed it it’s just undeniable. I can’t help but draw parallels with the Wheel of Time, which I’m in the middle of. I drew comparisons with the Aiel/Fremen immediately when I started reading WoT, and that comparison is reinforced. As are other little things that hint at direct homage (Shaitan being the name for Satan in Dune, for example). I remember, all those years ago in Frogtown Books, the quote on the back that caught my eye. ‘I know nothing comparable to it except the Lord of the Rings.’ What higher praise? Here is a book that transformed the landscape of science fiction; just as it transformed, for me, what fiction can be.

Something like Dune is extremely hard to review for me, so forgive my love affair in the form of language. I just can’t say enough good things. Dune shaped my reading life growing up, and now I remember why. I can do nothing more but urge you to read it.

The book is very beautiful and made the way it can live a long life. It looks so serious I wash my hands every time before reading. The pages are thick and have a proper texture, so you can read 50 pages non-stop without noticing the turning process. There are no pictures inside, except for the cover, but it’s good enough for people with imagination, and the story makes up for it. Staring at the turquoise side of the book can be enough for the eye entertainment. It’s also pretty heavy and can be used for self-defense. I made a nice gift to myself. If you think of buying it, do it. It’s worth the money.

Great edition. Great cover art. Great story and writing.

But no bookmark. Come on Amazon you should include a bookmark.