I went into this book, given to me by my father, with few expectations. I'm more than moderately fond of Bill, and I love Star Trek, but I wasn't sure what to expect here. I'd already read Nimoy's take on the days, and it was hard to imagine this would flesh it out more, or live up to Nimoy's excellent I Am Spock.
Color me surprised when Shatner says right out the gate it's not a collection of memories, or at least, not entirely his memories (as the cover certainly implies). Instead, it's a ton of stuff I'd never heard before - memories from other actors, details on producers and hirings and firings and how great the wardrobe and set design staff people were. Shatner works hard to help you to see the big picture - why some episodes were so good, others so bad, and why, among other amusing bits, those uniforms' sleeves kept changing lengths. (Answer: crappy, cheap material that shrunk so fast they could barely get any wear out of them. I suppose tearing them up, which Trekkies enjoyed almost every episode, seemed like a fun way to retire them.)
Considering Shatner's reputation for insensitivity re: Trek, I was quite moved to read his oftentimes humble comments on his less than perfect behavior, and his generous inclusion of others' experiences and effusive compliments towards the cast and crew. I was also terribly sad to learn that his first marriage fell apart during those brutal, busy original Star Trek days; I can't help but think some of the other cast members had some unfair expectations. Who can manage to work 70, 80 hours a week when their marriage is falling apart with three small children, and yet manage to be perfectly cheerful and be fully involved with their coworkers? Not to mention his father's passing during the filming of The Devil in the Dark. By the time things were getting to a new normal with him, the series was wrapping up, and opinions were fairly cemented. Thank heavens for the incomparable Nichelle Nichols, who managed to look past his foibles and make him more aware of them, too.
Regardless, it's a fascinating read of the rise and fall of the original Star Trek, with crazily weird tidbits such as Roddenberry's desperate attempts to include a strong female lead and keep Spock, as well as the tragic blacklisting of the incredibly talented head of lighting/chief gaffer, George Merhoff. (Accused of slowing down production, he did a detailed set review which broken down who did what and how fast. Mortified to learn it was their own faults, the producers blacklisted him lest the information get out and make them look bad.) There's plenty more, too: the real story behind Grace Lee Whitney's departure, the misery of broken promises and changed budgets, and Roddenberry's abandonment of the series in year three all make for compelling reading. But perhaps memorably, I've now got a fond place in my heart for Gene Coon, the "other" Gene who, at least according to the Shatner, seemed half the reason the original Star Trek went anywhere.
Since it's Shatner, sure, there's a little navel-gazing, but in the end, it's the kindness of that book that'll stick with me. Three stars as a book, but an extra star for lots of fascinating material that Shatner went out of his way to collect.