The Dune, the first volume of one of the most influential and applauded science-ficiton sagas was published 53 years ago. Had he been a painter, Frank Herbert would have been one of those who can sketch up the contours of an enthralling vista with just a few strokes of brush. A picture rich with blurry details that pull the eyes with irresistible gravity, yet remain constantly out of reach of full comprehension. You only need to be two dozen pages in the book to have your head buzzing with names, obscure references and fragments of some strange future history. And a yearning for more. Noble houses locked in centuries of deadly rivalry, the Guild, Mentats, the Bene Gesserit, the Butlerian Jihad, and of course..."the spice". You had only wanted to read some sci-fi, but you accidentally stumbled into something new and unique. And it will change your concepts of science-fiction, high literature and pulp forever.
