Keeping it short because I have to be at the store at Stupid O’Clock in the morning.
- Pal Dave reports on his cosplay adventures at Heroescon.
- Pal Andrew’s latest Nobody’s Favorites installment is on a comic I almost wrote about for that music magazine I worked for in the 1990s.
- The Secret Wars tie-in none of you deserve.
- So the other day I met my brother-in-blogging Tim O’Neil in person for the first time when he dropped by my shop. In the course of our conversation, it came up, much to Tim’s surprise, that I’d never read Frank Herbert’s Dune, nor could I make it through the movie.
I believe this revelation deeply disturbed Tim, for arriving in the store’s mailbox a few days later:
I’m guessing this is a friendly suggestion of some kind.
One day I hope to see someone cosplay as “Captain Nazi.” That would take balls.
Also, Dune the book is worth your time.
The big surprise comes in the second book, when Paul Atreides discovers that Darth Vader is his father.
Arrakis! You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
My teen-age self has come 25 years into the future to tell you that Dune is the greatest book ever and you should read it and all its sequels as many times as you can.
My present day self explains that he re-read the book recently and still found it entertaining but was a little put off by the often purplish prose that makes every single conversation full of portent, every gesture of history-shaking importance.
I was planning on reading Dune this summer! You should make a Progressive Ruin book club!
‘Dune’ is an interesting book; worth reading; very of-its-time; much different from the movie.
But, “Science Fiction’s Supreme Masterpiece” — anybody who believes that is face down in the Spice
The Sci-Fi (SyFy, uggh) 6 episode miniseries of Dune was pretty enjoyable and at least sort of like the book, as opposed to the Lynch movie.