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Enzymatic balance, genetically-altering the population, and not thinking too much about death: the keys to immortality in The Eyes of Heisenberg. Of course, the powerful rulers eventually think about it and lose their balance based on a family vs. the system scenario that is now the Hunger-Game-standard mode (this book seems like it could be popular without the long passages of pseudo-biochem Carcass-lyrics, or a version dumbed-down created for today's teens...maybe it already has been).
Philosophically, I like (as all humans must) the exultations of the human drive, the old natural ways, the maternal instinct, the life-affirming power of mortality, the one normal guy who can make a difference. We are meant to detest these ruling class overlords, then realize their human failures and try to understand - very cool, if standard sci-fi, ideas.
Stylistically, though, this book jumped so far so fast after a huge intro that didn't even paint a full view of what this dystopia must look like, the jargon was oftentimes laughably impenetrable, and the unraveling of a massive government that could and has destroyed thousands with a wrist flick becomes a simple machine god that solves itself.
Here's a taste of some of the terminology nonsense that bogs down the beginning of the text. I'll never forget the moment when Potter "shifted his attention to the mitochondrial structures, saw the evidence of the arginine intrusion. It squared precisely with Sven's description. Alpha-helics had begun firming up, revealing the telltale striations of the aneurin shifts." Nor when, sentences later, Herbert is reduced to just listing terms with no indication of the difference between them: "the first row of pyrimidines, nucleic acids and proteins, then aneurin, riboflavin, pyridoxin, pantothenic acid, folic acid, choline, inositol, sulfhydryl..."
Bizarre ending (wherein Herbert seems confused about how much people love being pregnant) would seem to set itself up for a sequel in a cyborg vs. human confrontation future. We definitely would've gotten one if it was first published today, and I'm sure Herbert's son would crank one out if anyone showed any demand.
If you need some Dune-based tropes but don't want to read 600 pages of the next piece of that series, Herbert's got you here with Muad'dib classics like swallowing in a dry throat and glowglobes and most of the conflict occurring internally with italicized subconscious wandering around.
It's an almost fresh take on Brave New World with only the embryology parts, but, essentially why you are here, it's not Dune; the world is too undeveloped for that.
Philosophically, I like (as all humans must) the exultations of the human drive, the old natural ways, the maternal instinct, the life-affirming power of mortality, the one normal guy who can make a difference. We are meant to detest these ruling class overlords, then realize their human failures and try to understand - very cool, if standard sci-fi, ideas.
Stylistically, though, this book jumped so far so fast after a huge intro that didn't even paint a full view of what this dystopia must look like, the jargon was oftentimes laughably impenetrable, and the unraveling of a massive government that could and has destroyed thousands with a wrist flick becomes a simple machine god that solves itself.
Here's a taste of some of the terminology nonsense that bogs down the beginning of the text. I'll never forget the moment when Potter "shifted his attention to the mitochondrial structures, saw the evidence of the arginine intrusion. It squared precisely with Sven's description. Alpha-helics had begun firming up, revealing the telltale striations of the aneurin shifts." Nor when, sentences later, Herbert is reduced to just listing terms with no indication of the difference between them: "the first row of pyrimidines, nucleic acids and proteins, then aneurin, riboflavin, pyridoxin, pantothenic acid, folic acid, choline, inositol, sulfhydryl..."
Bizarre ending (wherein Herbert seems confused about how much people love being pregnant) would seem to set itself up for a sequel in a cyborg vs. human confrontation future. We definitely would've gotten one if it was first published today, and I'm sure Herbert's son would crank one out if anyone showed any demand.
If you need some Dune-based tropes but don't want to read 600 pages of the next piece of that series, Herbert's got you here with Muad'dib classics like swallowing in a dry throat and glowglobes and most of the conflict occurring internally with italicized subconscious wandering around.
It's an almost fresh take on Brave New World with only the embryology parts, but, essentially why you are here, it's not Dune; the world is too undeveloped for that.