I was working on another book for review, when one of my writer friends, Liz from The Wandering Quill, shared some news about Leonard Nimoy on our writer's forum yesterday. He is officially retiring, hanging up his Spock ears for a well deserved rest. Read this article for more information.
My family used to watch Star Trek every night. I had no interest in such a strange show, which is odd considering I was already hooked on Star Wars. But for the most part, fantasy and realistic fiction had more appeal. Whenever ST came on, I would go to another room and do something else. I'm not sure anymore why I resisted for so long. It was one of the few things my family did together, younger sibs and all. Maybe it was puberty and my tiny bit of rebellion.
Whatever the reason, the day-long marathon as part of the 25th anniversary special wore down my resistance. My mom insisted on having it on the whole time. There are only so many times you can wander through a room with the tv on before you start watching in spite of yourself. I found myself watching Kirk and Spock with the rest of the crew boldly going to strange new worlds. Despite the cheesy effects and Kirk's melodramatic style, something about the themes being played out drew me against my will. Societal issues, what it means to be a friend, and more inspired me.
Before I knew it, I was discussing episodes and choices made by the characters with my mom during commercials. Most of all, the friendship between two very different people, Spock and Kirk, gave me hope that even a wallflower like myself could find a best friend. Hope that I desperately needed. By the time that "Trouble With Tribbles" aired to wrap up the anniversary marathon, which my mom had let my sister and I stay up to watch long past our bedtime, I was firmly hooked on Star Trek, though still primarily to the original crew. Next Gen took months longer to draw my interest.
I have never been one of those die-hard fans in full regalia, attending one or more conventions a year. But in my own way, I am a loyal fan. My best friends when I was growing up were fictional characters, because they showed me what it meant to be a friend, how to handle unusual situations, and that there was a broader world waiting for me. Spock and Kirk were among those friends.
Now Leonard Nimoy has chosen to retire. I can only wish him the best. It's like saying goodbye to a dear friend, because no one else can ever fill his place. He is the only Spock to me. One's best friend cannot be replaced. Nimoy is also a fascinating person as himself. For more about the man behind the ears, check out my upcoming review of I Am Spock.
Live long and prosper, Leonard Nimoy. I will think of Spock in deep cover still, working to reunify the Romulans and Vulcans. Perhaps he will find a young protege to carry on that most worthy mission.