1984 was a weird time

These are all from the 1984 theatrical adaptation of Frank Herbert’s Dune. It was messed up.

How did they get from Frank Herbert’s description of the guild to this:

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and this made me want to throw up:


Gurney did rock a pretty bad-ass balding-mullet though…


“Is that you, Paul? I grew out this awesome mullet while you were gone. Isn’t it badass??”


and this was HILARIOUS:


“You will live, but only if you milk this cat with a rat duct-taped to it every day.”











(not sure what this massive space is about – tried to edit it out, no luck)

Finally, this might be the best thing I’ve ever seen:


He’s piercing me with his bedroom eyes. HAWT!















My thoughts on “Dune” by Frank Herbert


It was kind of magical to finish reading a book which takes place on a desert sand-covered planet while on a beautiful sandy beach. One of those wonderful coincidences when you see your world of fiction reflected in the world around you.

Reading Dune was an interesting journey. As much of my reading goes, it went quickly at first, then labouringly, then it stalled completely for a short while, and then picked up again for a quick and engrossing finish. My fiance (now husband), though he did try, wasn’t able to make it past the stall with me. He hit a wall in the book and found that he simply couldn’t find the care to pick it up again and go on reading. That’s all right, though, he found another book to read, and as long as he’s reading, I’m happy.

The fact that he didn’t get into Dune did surprise me. He likes politics, intrigue, and fighting. This book has all of those things. Maybe not enough sex?

I found the two main characters, Paul and Jessica, to be very interesting people, though I didn’t care for them very much. Paul is cold, calculating, severe, and ruthless in both his core forms: Duke Paul and Muad’Dib. We do see moments of tenderness when he embodies Usul, which is nice to see. He is so completely different when taking on each persona that it is almost as if Herbert is intentionally exploring the question of multiple personalities. Paul gives himself permission to be a cruel war leader as Muad’Dib, to be cold and conniving as Duke Paul, and then turns around as gentle and kind as Usul. I don’t know about other readers, but I cannot forgive nor forget the actions and words of the first two to allow for feelings of empathy and warmth towards the third.

Now for Jessica – oh, Jessica. You are strange. What kind of mother figure was Herbert trying to shape when he wrote your character? More than a concubine and less than a Duchesse. More than a human and less than a god. More than a teacher and less than a mother. Jessica is a collection of in-betweens.

My favourite characters were, without question, Chani, Stilgar and Gurney Halleck.

I also found the concept that a man must take responsibility for the family of whom he kills to be very interesting. I think it could even have applications in the real world. Not that we would want to take money from, or rely on, our father’s or mother’s killer – pride and all. But think of it – if you knew that killing someone put you on the hook to take care of that person’s family (through garnished wages, most likely – I’m selectively excluding the part where the dead man’s wife is offered up as slave or lover, because no), wouldn’t you give it more thought? You’d have to REALLY want that person dead in order to be willing to take that on.

Side bar: I’d like to watch the TV series. I know nothing about it, but I wonder if it’s any good…

Final thoughts: Dune was a good read, I’m glad I didn’t give up on it. Was it as good as the hype around it? I don’t know. But not everyone can get away with a (nearly) 800-page novel.

When you make a book that long, you have to be able to justify it – I bet Herbert’s editor had a super fun time trying to make him cut content. I wonder how many pages it was to start: 1000? 2000? When I write something I typically have to edit it down to no more than a third of its original size. I used to get in trouble at university all the time for the length of my essays. I often found myself negotiating with professors for a few extra hundred words because obviously everything I had to say was SUPER important. I wonder if Herbert found himself in a similar situation with his editor…

What was I saying? Oh yes, the book. It was good, and it has a lot of depth. Frank Herbert did an amazing job of shaping the Dune universe: the Bene Gesserit, Caladan, Arrakis, the Sardaukar, the Fremen, the Houses…a very rich and fleshed out universe that provides enough material there for a million more stories to be told out of it. Bravo, Mr. Herbert!

P.S. I’d also like to point out for readers out there that Dune was awarded both the Nebula and the Hugo award. The same awards bestowed upon my beloved Ender’s Game series by Orson Scott Card.

Dune: a ride down memory lane in a big yellow bus

When I went to the library to pick up a hard copy of Dune to read whilst my partner used my Kindle to read the e-copy, I actually had to ask the librarian for help finding the book. I am fairly certain that qualifies as the very first time I’ve ever needed help finding anything in a library. It was a very embarrassing moment for me. You see, as a child I used to go to the library ALL THE DAMN TIME. Now I can’t even find my way around my local branch. It’s sad, really.

That reminded me of how much I used to love reading, and how little I do of it now. Even with this blog, which I hoped would revitalize my reading efforts, I’m still not even close to reading as much as I used to. Man – I used to just tear through books. I would take out 3 or 4 at a time, and finish them all within a few weeks. Then my mom would take me back to the library and I would pick up 3 or 4 more and so on and so forth. I read Les Mis before I was thirteen! Pre-teen me would be unimpressed.

In earlier posts on this blog, I’ve bemoaned the fact that I find that I have lost much of my creativity. If I was a betting woman, I would wager that the decrease in creativity I’ve experienced is 100% tied to the equally decreasing amount of reading I do.

Wow…the last two paragraphs were a tangent. Back to the point. I was at the library picking up a copy of Dune

The librarian who was kind enough to help me asked how I had come to know of Dune. It was then that I told her about Patrick.

Patrick was one of the smart kids. He was in my grade, quiet, kept to himself mostly, and sat across from me on the school bus. This is significant as we spent a lot of time on the bus as kids. Patrick and I went to French Catholic school which meant that we spent 45 minutes on the bus, one way, to get to and from school. This was because one school served our whole region (approximately 8 or 9 cities). One of my clearest memories of Patrick is of him sitting in his big grey plastic bus seat, reading Dune. Those books looked massive to me at the time. I was so impressed by him, that he was reading such an intimidatingly large book. But of course he was reading a huge book! He was Patrick, after all. He was super smart. I kept to my Archie comics and pre-teen fantasy novels.

Now, a very long time later (more than one decade, less than two), in reading Dune I am reminded of Patrick. Talk about a ride down memory lane!

Ditched the hobbits, bring on the…humans?

I have officially accepted (temporary) defeat from The Lord of the Rings. I really really wanted to care whether or not Frodo and Merry made it to Mount Doom with Golom in tow, but I just didn’t. So I put the book down, meaning to pick it back up, but never following through. And I carried on like this for a while. Me living my life sans reading. It was AWFUL!

So I’ve come crawling back to books and to my list, but not to Lord of the Rings. I’m putting that aside for now (it can go hang out with Watership Down).

What I am reading now is…(drum roll)…DUNE!

But this time I’m not doing it alone! Nope, no siree! My amazing fiance, who noticed that I wasn’t reading anymore and wanted to take an interest in my interests, offered to read a book on my list with me to get me going again. We sat down together and reviewed the remaining books on my list, made a short list of what he would be interested in reading with me, and we selected a book to read together from there.

This is a pretty significant show of effort and support on his part, since he is not a reader by nature. If and when he does pick up a book, it is always non-fiction and usually political in nature. Thus placing Dune firmly outside of his comfort zone, and making the gesture all the more romantic and sweet. It also places a hell of a lot of pressure on me to make sure that I don’t put his sweet and herculean efforts to waste! I better read this book!!

It’s kind of adorable…now we spend some nights sitting in the living room together, reading Dune. The dogs love it because the TV is turned off, and for some reason one of them is scared of the TV. We love it because we are doing something together.

So, I’m back, with Dune and a reading buddy. More updates to come 🙂