I got nothin’ people! Wait a minute, perhaps I do.

I’ve got things to say, and things to show (and tell)

1.) I really got nothin’  in the writing department.   After “reading” the new Star Trek book, it zapped some, if not all of my strength (more on this below)  I worked on my story today during my lunch break, but found myself deleting and deleting and deleting.  Four pages dwindled down to two.  My muse has deserted me. (Probably for a fling in the bleachers with Kirk)

2.) However, with all this (read: MY) talk of Star Trek lately (I know, I know; I have been pretty obsessed lately; I’ll turn this back into a Jane Austen blog in a few days… Kent! I promise)  I can not believe I have not shown you all my “treasure”!

Beyond Uhura

But if you think that’s great, check this out:

Her autograph! I know, right!

As Emeril would say:  BAM!

Ms Nichols is such a wonderful, gracious woman.  I can’t believe how patient and giving and forgiving she is during autograph sessions.  She was escorted out by two very large Klingons — in full regalia, mind — and was welcomed by everyone so warmly.  And she had such a beautiful smile on her face.  I had tears in my eyes… I have tears in my eyes just remembering and writing this down.  The book really is my treasure… and I actually have two! both autographed.

3.) I just finished “reading” the Star Trek “tie-in” novelization (via audiobook).  Although Mr. Quinto did an excellent job reading it (his dulcet tones, Louisa!) I can not say I liked certain elements of the story.   It reads almost like a rough draft of the script instead of an actual copy of the script… or rather,  it reads like the script before it got cut down for political correctness.

The book does go a little more in depth with some of the characters, but not at all to some of their advantage.  I got the distinct impression that Bones is racist.  He makes cracks about blue-skined people that didn’t sit too well with me (Gene Roddenberry would be turning over in his grave… where is the acceptance of all colors, races, sizes)  The film sort of glosses over it and cuts the offending lines out, but for me, the damage is done.

Uhura gets no love, either.  There are some pretty clear mysoginistic overtones concerning her character.  She reads like a whiny cry-baby who can’t let Spock out of her sight without having a near emotional collapse.  No wonder a lot of the fan boys dislike her: they read the book!  I didn’t like this “book” Uhura either.  She comes across as a snippy know-it-all who doesn’t know how to do her job and actually blames herself for Vulcan’s distruction.  You read that right, SHE BLAMES HERSELF!  Ughhh!

Out of five possible stars, the novelization gets 2 for content and 4-1/2 for Mr. Quinto’s reading.  He really should do more audiobooks, he’s got a wonderful talent for it.  I’d love to hear him read a classic; Catcher in the Rye comes to mind… or even possibly the phone book.