I remember seeing the House books in the airport when I traveled more frequently. Even then, I thought they had to be cash-in nonsense ... Dune is just one of those things meant to be written by one specific person. And I was pretty sure he was dead.
I'd heard of Anderson, in a vague "He's that hack who puts his name on everything" sort of way. At the time, I was completely indifferent to him. That has changed, of course. Now I began every morning by praying that his bones are turned to jelly after he takes a direct hit from a bear-shaped meteor ...
I'm proud to say that I've literally never spent a single penny on McDune. All of my reading has been done in various bookstores or from free chapters posted online. I did buy a paperback copy of Road to Dune, but I just read the FH sections (oh, and that horrible first short story by Keith and Bobo ... it was so bad, I thought it was a parody). After that, I gave it to our local family-owned used book place. I'm not keeping that shit on my shelves.
"Anything I write will be remembered and listed in bibliographies on Dune for several hundred years ..." — some delusional halfwit troll.