This myth he'd made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs -- what had it come to at last? When the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else. Was this the golden genesis of man?
The first half is amazing. Boggled my mind. Then it started slowing down, and by the end I was just happy it was over with. A good thoughtful read, but why Herbert spent so much time dwelling on the Hayt/Idaho (is he, isn't he, what, when, why, how, blah blah blah) I'll never know.
It's a great sequel as it were, at least it doesn't let itself dictate by the success and structure of the first book, but on the other hand it almost felt like an expanded short story at times.
I'm going to be generous and give it four stars simply because the beginning was as great as it was.
How's it to read?
It seems like it would take a while to decipher - or does it eventually become smooth reading?
It becomes easier as you go along, but it does require a good deal more focus than reading most contemporary novels (I've far from finished it). It's all rewarded however when you come across nuggets like the one above, which continues like this:
He spake. And to confirm his words, out flew
Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
Of mighty cherubim. The sudden blaze
Far round illuminated hell. Highly they raged
Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war,
Hurling definace toward the vault of heaven.
Hollywood still has something to learn about epic :)