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Title: Sandworms of Dune
Series:
Dune 7 #2
Author: Brian Herbert & Kevin
Anderson
Rating: 1 of 5 Stars
Genre:
SF
Pages: 628
Format: Digital Edition
Duncan and the crew
of the Ithaca, along with several gholas, have adventures and get
caught by Omnius. Duncan, as the best Kwisatz Haderach EVAH!!!!!, is
the apex of humanity and does some kinky stuff with Erasmus, the
thinking Robot. Then Erasmus dies. But not before Norma Cenva, the
Oracle of Time, has saved the day with her Guild and using her magic
powers makes all the versions of Omnius go poof.
Murbella
singlehandedly forces the known forces of humanity to band together,
only to have it all fall apart due to the machinations of the face
dancers. But Norma Cenva, Oracle of Time, saves the day with her
guild!
Before Erasmus
dies, he kills all the face dancers across the whole universe using
“technology”, ie, magic. And Norma Cenva, the Oracle of
Time....oh wait, not this time.
Now Grand Poobah
Duncan, more powerful than any human who has ever existed, must guide
humanity and the rest of the thinking machines, into a future where
they all get along while singing kum by ya and roasting smores around
a campfire.
Back in 2007, I read and reviewed
Sandworms
of Dune. Overall, I was wicked happy with it, giving it
4stars. That was, unbeknownst to me then, simply due to the finishing
up of the storyline of Dune.
This time around I read as a more mature Dune fan and I have to say,
I felt like throwing up at this juvenile, facile and stinking
putrescence of a book. I didn't even take notes of all the things I
found abhorrent as it would have given this way more attention than I
wanted to give it.
Trained Bene Gesserit Sisters being ambushed in plain sight by what
amounts to no more than farmers. Duncan ignoring everything that came
before about the dangers of prescience and claiming that he was
better than both Paul and Leto II and so the dangers didn't apply to
him. Everything that Frank Herbert wrote about, using Paul, as Paul
Muad'dib, as the Preacher of Arrakeen, Leto II as the Tyrant, simply
flushed down the toilet like it was a huge stinking turd so that that
mediocre jackass authors could do what they wanted with this story. I
want to blaspheme it makes me so angry.
The writing was just atrocious with its utter banality. Frank usually
didn't write about the Great Big Events either, but he always used
the small stuff afterwards to show how the GBE affected everything
around it. His writing was masterful in that regards. Anderson put
his stamp of complete mediocre writing on this book very heavily. Ham
handed and dull, what a combo.
Normally, a bad book like this gets me raving and writing up a storm.
This time, I'm just disappointed. Really disappointed. The kind of
disappointment that makes a father disown his only son. I'm giving
this my “worst book of the year” tag I'm so disappointed.
I now declare:
Henceforth, let it be known amongst the nations, to all peoples,
kindreds, tribes and tongues, that Bookstooge, whose works the mighty
look upon and despair, shall only read Dune as a standalone. Paul
Maud'dib shall live happily ever after and his reign shall be long,
prosperous and fair. The known universe shall benefit, from the
lowliest servant to the mightiest lord and all shall love Paul and
call his named blessed.
Bookstooge thus declares it and thus reality
shall alter to his will.
All Hail Bookstooge, Emperor of the Known Bookiverse!
★☆☆☆☆