27 September 2020


In 1965 I was in the Army in Germany, and my former boss at the Ector County Library sent me a hot-off-the-press copy of Dune. What I should have done was wrap that first edition in layers of plastic and put it aside so that twenty or forty years later I could have sold it for big bucks.

But no, what I did was devote all my waking off-duty hours to it until I’d finished. And then reread it. And continued rereading it for decades while I read all of Herbert’s sequels. So yes, I’m a dedicated Dune fan.

And then, in 1984, I watched David Lynch’s flawed movie with a mixture of enjoyment and disappointment, thinking that well, maybe it’s impossible to make a good movie of such a complex, sprawling work; but parts of it sure were excellent.

So you can imagine my excitement when I learned last year that Denis Villeneuve’s version of Dune is due to be released on December 18, 2020. OK, I thought when I heard this, now I must take care of myself, at least until then.

Then recently in new comments on the pandemic, Dr. Fauci said that people might begin to feel comfortable going back to theaters by late next year, assuming that a vaccine has been widely deployed. Not soon enough, I thought.

The problem is that I don’t realistically expect to live all that much longer; and if the film were released before I’m vaccinated, I’ll be sorely tempted to let seeing the film on the big screen be my cause of death.

I’m not entirely sure I’m joking.

Besides, that Call Me By Your Name scene in which Timothée Chalamet violates a peach (see fan reaction) is so burned into my mind that eagerness to see his performance as Paul Atreides is just another reason for my impatience.

Meanwhile, here’s a pair of interesting doors on Valencia:

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