Right now I'm plowing my way through the "prequel" and "sequel"
Dune books written by Brian ("Why Didn't My Father Wear A Condom?") Herbert and Kevin J. ("The J. Stands For Jagoff") Anderson. Although supposedly based on notes magically found in hidden safety deposit boxes ten years after Frank Herbert's death they are filled with so many science fiction cliches you would think they are written by a 14 year old fanboy. The attraction of Frank Herbert's original series is not even so much the story as it is the insight he had into politics, religion, philosophy, etc. The books were almost a guise for him to get his views out. Brian Herbert is the proverbial monkey pounding on a keyboard and Kevin J. Anderson is the other part of what was going to be a humorous metaphor but I lost track of it now.
So why am I reading them? I'm a sucker. I bought into the whole "based on the original outline for
Dune 7" spiel. I already know how it all ends because these two amateurs phoned it in.
After that I'll probably work my way through Neal Stephenson's
Cryptonomicon simply because it's the only other book I own that isn't in storage right now.
I have
The Children of Húrin on my Amazon purchase list even though I know the whole story cobbled together from
The Silmarillion and
Unfinished Tales.
House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski is on the plate. I found it in a bookstore and later added it to my Amazon list. Only later found out he is the brother of one of my favorite singers.
Destroy, She Said by Marguerite Duras. French erotic nihilism. What could be more beautiful?
But the one to which I am looking forward the most is tentatively titled
Zero Requiem by Chris Blanc. I'm sure it will be beyond my comprehension but undoubtedly brilliant. More info available at: chrisblanc.org