I’m still on the hunt for that science fiction book that fills some undefinable hole in my heart. I’ve heard a lot about Frank Herbert’s Dune, so I finally decided to pick up a copy and move it up on my list.
Dune is the story of both a young man, and a planet. Paul moves with his family to the desert planet of Arrakis in a political move orchestrated by his family’s enemies. And while they expect betrayal, they don’t know who to suspect until it’s too late. Hunted and left with no help, Paul and his mother must make their own way on the harsh planet–or so they think, until they find unexpected help from the native population.
Paul is someone special, that much is obvious. He could be the hero the Fremen have been waiting for, but first he must win prominence among them and avenge his family, while preventing fanatic devotion that would lead to destruction.
Dune is many things, and I see now why it’s such a classic sample of world building. When you start the book, you’d be tempted to think it was maybe the second book in the series. The political intrigue and drama is already set up, the prophecies and predictions are already in place. It’s almost like entering in at the climax of the story, in some ways. The reader is left to fill in the history, a little bit. It’s not a confusing story, just one that requires attention and patience while you fit the pieces together.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and trying to keep up with Paul in predicting how certain actions would change the trajectory of his cause and the outcome for the planet.
While I’m not sure it quite fills the indescribable thing I’m looking for, I think I would like to one day come back to Dune and read it again, along with the rest of the books in the series. But for now, I’ve got too many other books screaming for my attention (including the big King Arthur tome that I’m actually really excited to read, even if it might take me the whole month of March…).