Go, Usul, and ride the maker, travel the sand as a leader of men.

Dune by Frank Herbert

Spoiler Alert: Plot Summary
Dune is a tale of adventure, loyalty, death, and destiny. The Atreides family is sent from their home planet, Caladan, to the desert planet Arrakis (also known as Dune) to rule. The Duke Atreides, Leto, suspects he is being lured into a trap by the rival ruling family, the Harkonnens, and it turns out his suspicions were correct. Leto is murdered by one of his own men, and his son Paul and pregnant concubine/de facto wife (let's just say their Facebook status is "It's Complicated") the Lady Jessica are captured. The Baron Harkonnen underestimates Paul and Jessica, however, and they escape to find sanctuary with the native Fremen, a desert people who have learned not only how to survive on Arrakis, but how to thrive. The Fremen ride enormous worms (also known as makers, because the worms create the spice mined on Arrakis) that can swallow entire spaceships whole, and have made an art form out of the preservation of water, the scarcest resource on the planet. Paul and his mother rise to leadership roles in the Fremen tribe, both due to Paul's status as a prophet to the Fremen and their identity as the rightful ruling family of Arrakis. Paul, semi-prescient due both to his genetic makeup and the influence of the omnipresent spice, tries to navigate the many possible avenues of the future, hoping to avert the Fremen jihad which seems inevitable. Paul succeeds in taking Dune back from the Harkonnens, but not without losses of his own. In the end, we are left to wonder if the violent climax is but the beginning of a larger war.
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I greatly enjoyed reading this book. My whole family has read it or seen the movie (or, in some cases, both), and my sister Lexie did a read-along, so at some point in the future I'll post her thoughts as well. I'm not sure sci-fi is my favorite, but I think this is an excellent example of the genre, and Herbert is a very gifted writer. Dune is apparently part of a larger series - perhaps some day I'll dive into more of the novels and find out the outcome of the jihad - but I think I will keep it to just the first one for the purposes of this blog. (Same goes for Anne of Green Gables, which is coming up after The Trial!)

A few of my ponderings, in no particular chronology:

- What's in a name?
As in any great fantasy novel, Dune has some fantastic names. You need the majesty and the multicultural, almost mythical sense to ring out of them, and Herbert nails it. Here are a few of my favorites:
- Arrakis - the name of the planet, Dune
- Atreides - the ruling family from Caladan (and later Dune)
- Harkonnen - the Atreides' arch-nemesis family
- Muad'dib - alternate name for Paul - definitely a strong Arabic feel to a lot of Herbert's naming - in today's culture, that might be more contentious, but given that it's a desert planet, I don't think it's too charged in his case. I personally enjoyed the styling of it.
- Thufir Hawat - One of Leto's right-hand men
- Gurney Halleck - killer, smuggler, and baliset player (aka troubadour - jack of all trades!)
- Stilgar - A leader of the Fremen - reminded me of an elf name from LOTR :)

- On spice
Spice plays a huge role on Dune, and I found the depiction of it to be truly fascinating. It reminded me a bit of the role of 'dust' in the His Dark Materials saga. 

"The taste is never twice the same. It's like life - it presents a different face each time you take it. Some hold that the spice produces a learned-flavor reaction. The body, learning a thing is good for it, interprets the flavor as pleasurable - slightly euphoric. And, like life, never to be truly synthesized." This line also reminded me (for some reason - I know, tangential at best) of the movie Michael with John Travolta and Andie MacDowell. Michael is an angel in the movie, and at one point, the women debate what they think Michael smells like. Andie's character says he smells like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, but others argue it's more like apple pie, or fresh-cut grass. What do you think an angel would smell like? I think it would be something like cloves and cinnamon, or maybe freshly-baked bread. 

- On learning
Each chapter starts out with a line from future writings, mostly about Paul. I loved this line about learning:
"Muad'Dib learned rapidly because his first training was in how to learn. And the first lesson of all was the basic trust that he could learn. It is shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult." I thank my parents, teachers in both the literal and parental way, for endowing me with the basic trust that I could learn. It is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.

- Heavy foreshadowing - Not of the tiptoe, but the CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP variety
Much like Mr. Dickens and Mr. Irving, Herbert seems to be a big fan of the smack you over the head kind of foreshadowing. I like to be curious about what's to come, and in my opinion, a little goes a long way, gentlemen. So maybe you should consider DIALING IT BACk a bit, hey? 

- (Guess Whaaaat?) I. am. a. Robot. My. Name. is. Paul. 
I had a bit of a hard time connecting with Paul, namely because once he comes into his future-seeing abilities (yes, I agree, there is definitely a better word for this but I can't think of it) he sort of loses his capacity for emotion. Jessica had a bit more humanity to her, but having the two of them as the main characters made it hard for me to feel moved by the events happening to them. 

- I'm sorry, is this Dune, or Tremors?
Admittedly, the worms were one of my favorite parts. They definitely reminded me of Tremors (and yes, I've seen it for some reason) but the descriptions were awesome. Here are a few snippets to give you a picture:

• "The others heard it then - an abrasive slithering, distant and growing louder."Anyone else reminded of the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets?
• "It came from their right with an uncaring majesty that could not be ignored." 
• "Where the dunes began, perhaps fifty meters away at the foot of a rock beach, a silver-gray curve broached from the desert, sending rivers of sand and dust cascading all around. It lifted higher, resolved into a giant, questing mouth. It was a round, black hole with edges glistening in the moonlight."

The title of this blog is a line from Stilgar to Paul (he's Usul as well - Herbert's as bad as the Russians with the multiple names thing!) when he rides his first worm (not a euphemism people, minds out of the gutter!) and becomes a man in the eyes of the Fremen.

- Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Who's afraid of the Big, Bad Clock?
The descriptions of time were fantastic. Definitely one of my favorite pieces of Herbert's writing. I loved the way he envisioned time, and the delicate fragility of Paul's actions on future events. Here are a few of my favorite bits:

• "Paul's mind had gone on its chilling precision. He saw the avenues ahead of them on this hostile planet. Without even the safety valve of dreaming, he focused his prescient awareness, seeing it as a computation of most probable futures, but with something more, an edge of mystery - as though his mind dipped into some timeless stratum and sampled the winds of the future."

• "He fell silent as memory of that seeing filled him. No prescient dream, no experience of his life had quite prepared him for the totality with which the veils had been ripped away to reveal naked time."

• "Muad'Dib could indeed see the Future, but you must understand the limits of this power. Think of sight. You have eyes, yet cannot see without light. If you are on the floor of a valley, you cannot see beyond your valley. Just so, Muad'Dib could not always choose to look across the mysterious terrain. He tells us that a single obscure decision of prophecy, perhaps the choice of one word over another, could change the entire aspect of the future. He tells us "The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door." And always, he fought the temptation to choose a clear, safe course, warning "That path leads ever down into stagnation."

• "The more he resisted his terrible purpose and fought against the coming of the jihad, the greater the turmoil that wove through his prescience. His entire future was becoming like a river hurtling toward a chasm - the violent nexus beyond which all was fog and clouds."

• "The future - the gray-cloud future - with its feeling that the entire universe rolled toward a boiling nexus hung around him like a phantom world."

- On Paul killing Jamis, a Fremen who challenges him:
"He has killed a man in clear superiority of mind and muscle. He must not grow to enjoy such a victory."  This is a line from Jessica, Paul's mother. It reminded me of this line from For Whom the Bell Tolls:

Roberto, to himself: "Don't you know it is wrong to kill? Yes. But you do it? Yes. And you still believe absolutely that your cause is right? Yes. But you mustn't believe in killing. You must do it as a necessity but you must not believe in it. Because if you are not absolutely straight in your head you have no right to do the things you do for all of them are crimes and no man has a right to take another man's life unless it is to prevent something worse happening to other people."

 - The Fremen cave - or is it a sweaty gym room locker?
"The odor of the place assailed him: unwashed bodies, distillate esthers of unclaimed wastes, everywhere the sour effluvia of humanity with, over it all, a turbulence of spice and spicelike harmonics." Suffice it to say that the Fremen cave does NOT smell like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. 

- What would you think if you saw people riding gigantic worms you spent your life running from?
"Out of the sand haze came an orderly mass of flashing shapes - great rising curves with crystal spokes that resolved into the gaping mouths of sandworms, a massed wall of them, each with troops of Fremen riding to the attack. They came in a hissing wedge, robes whipping in the wind as they cut through the melee on the plain.
   Onward toward the Emperor's hutment they came while the House Sardaukar stood awed for the first time in their history by an onslaught their minds found difficult to accept." I loved this scene - epic!

- Owen doesn't have any friends.
In the final scene of the book, a woman claims to be a friend of Paul's mother, Jessica, when in fact she is a scheming machinator. 

Gurney: "There's also a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother who says she's a friend of your mother."
Paul: "My mother has no Bene Gesserit friends."
I loved Paul's response - it reminded me of the scene from Throw Momma From the Train when Owen's mother asks Billy Crystal, "Who're you?" and Billy Crystal replies, "I'm Owen's friend." to which Owen's mother responds, "Owen doesn't have any friends." haghaghahghaghag. [You know the unsalted crackers make me choke, Owen!]

Other lines that were in the running for title of this blog entry:
- Fear is the mind-killer.
- Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.
- He had felt something stir his terrible purpose.
- Wherever there is spice, there are worms.
- One baits an Atreides at his own risk.
- Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and it has power.
- God created Arrakis to train the faithful.
- Who can deny a Fremen the right to walk or ride where he wills?

Sentences that struck me:

• "There was pain in him - like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him."

• Jessica, on Paul - "She thought of the boy's features as an exquisite distillation out of random patterns - endless queues of happenstance meeting at this nexus."

• "Straight overhead, the stars were a sequin shawl flung over blue-black."

• Dirge for Jamis: "Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep?"

• "Now she saw only the circle of stars. They were like the luminous tips of weapons aimed down at her. A shower of meteors crossed her patch of night. The meteors seemed to her like a warning, like tiger stripes, like luminous grave slats clabbering her blood. And she felt the chill of the price on their heads."

• Starlight displaced just enough of the night to charge each shadow with menace.

• And above the horizon climbed the flat immensity of the storm like a wall against the stars.

• This was death hanging on an infinite number of miniscule mischances.

• A violent calamity of color spilled over the sky as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.

• on Muad'Dib: He was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, ruthless, less than a god, more than a man.

If you're getting snow, enjoy the wintry romance of it, and if you're not, then enjoy your sunshine! I'm off to stroll the streets and catch up with friends. And later, The Tribunal awaits!