Hearty thanks to Freak, the Sand Driver of the Sacred Winnebago of the Dunes, and the Bane of BH/KJA Heretics Everywhere, Chig, for helping me aboard.
First, a confession: The Original Characters of the first three Dune Novels so fascinated me that, even if Frank Herbert felt he had said (written) all he had to "say" about them, still, I wanted more. I bought the (admittedly, non-canon) Dune Encyclopedia, but even that did not satisfy.
And so, beguiled by ghafla I succumbed to... McDune.
I spent most of Paul of Dune with my mouth hanging open - by turns in horror, revulsion and bafflement. The eternally-loyal and loving Leto I so easily asking his beloved Bene Gesserit concubine to accomodate another woman, indeed, a wife? The smarmy-to-the-point-of-icky "courtship" of Leto I and Ilesa of Ecaz? (Wasn't there some positively romance movie stock scene of a moonlit ride in a gondola or some such Unsinn? Really, I was so aghast as not to remember clearly.) And then... taking a scene directly out of the American prime-time series Dynasty, there is the Massacre at the Royal Wedding! All that finery! All that carnage, blood everywhere! (It was like the invasion of two preadolescent male minds on a romance novel template: Beavis and Butthead, "let's kill the bride, huh huh, huh huh" *cue heavy metal oeuvre*)
You get the picture.
But alas, still hungry for “more” – despite Paul of Dune being a heaping pile of shite, yes, I committed the further transgression of Winds of Dune, which, while duly bad, had the slight redeeming feature of not being quite as bad as Paul of Dune, which is really just damning with the faintest wisplets of praise.
So, that’s my story, having fully confessed my sins, and “followed” Chig’s writings to Freak and Omph, and the oasis of Jacarutu sietch.

~ RRM