After reading this book I finally realized what I don’t like about Brian Herbert’s and Kevin J. Anderson’s writing: They exhaust every possible path the novel can take before delivering the obvious outcome. It is repeated so often that it becomes a boring exercise wading through reams of crap. In several cases I was tempted to simply turn to the last paragraph of a chapter to get it over with. And could it really be over with? I have no intention of reading any more Dune novels because Brian and Kevin are simply churning out crap to milk Frank Herbert’s legacy for all it’s worth. Step out from under your father’s shadow and write something original, Brian.
Putting the last paragraph aside, it was nice to simply see the end. I read Sandworms of Dune in two sittings determined to get it over with. And another flaw stands out, it was over with too neatly. For all of the effort put into belaboring the reader to death everything is dealt with in a matter of pages. Then the conclusion is belabored as well. And the words of a friend of long ago occurred to me, “Frank should have stopped after the first book.”
Dune is dry. But the Herbert’s want to pull the tits off.