This thread was really spun off from a recent Tolkien-bashing, which I didn’t want to hijack any further. It was probably provoked by a similar response to both books: both, I think, when you first read them at the age of 14, are the greatest thing since fish grew legs, but how well do they stand up to a more jaded reappraisal? I re-read Dune recently, for the first time after a hiatus of twenty-odd years, and damn me if it hasn’t aged badly.
The prose isn’t too bad - probably better than the more turgid bits of LOTR - but strip away the cod-Islamic mysticism, and all you’re left with is a more pretentious version of Flash Gordon or Burroughs’ {Edgar Rice, not William S.} Barsoom novels, both of which at least revelled in their silliness.
C’mon, there’s a galaxy-spanning empire {and what exactly does a galactic emperor do all day?}, which is run along medieval Italian lines? All, apparently, so matters of great - nay, galactic - import must be resolved by knife-fights. Witness the climax: why not just shoot Feyd-Rautha? Noble but tragically doomed dukes. Evil barons. Gay evil barons, no less. Poisonings. Oy, the poisonings. I know lasers mysteriously couldn’t be used against shields, but would it kill someone to re-invent the revolver - especially since the Harkonnens nicked Arrakis back with artillery?
Oh yeah, and plot holes you could drive a truck through: how is House Atreides betrayed so Paul and his Mum are forced to flee to the kung-fu desert hippies from gangsta city? Why, the evil Baron has found a way to subvert the Imperial conditioning of Wellington Yueh, a Suk doctor so he turns off the shields. Gasps of astonishment - how can this be? Why, the villain has abducted and threatened his wife! Curse his fiendish ingenuity!
I won’t hold his son’s pimping his dad’s books against Frank Herbert, but I will hold the sequels, which are even more stupidly impenetrable, against him. Even as an eager teen I could only get half-way through Dune Messiah, so God knows what Chartered Accountants Of Dune, or whatever the latter sequels were called were like.
I am, however, almost tempted to blame Herbert for George Lucas, who as I’ve remarked before elsewhere, started out wanting to re-make Flash Gordon, which was A Very Good Thing, and ended up re-making Dune, which was A Very Bad One. Space operatic swords-and-sorcery is fun, Machiavelli For Dummies with added {I almost typed addled} space-borne dope-smoking mysticism is dull.
The prosecution for Pompous Tosh rests: anyone want to make a case for Seminal SF Classic?