A disappointingly ordinary memoir by an extraordinary actor. A new book by Nimoy, the originator of the popular character Mr. Spock, promises to be a welcome addition to a Trekker's library. Sadly, while Nimoy the actor rarely gives an uninteresting or tedious performance, Nimoy the author has written a workmanlike but prosaic account that leaves the reader wondering what he might have said had he not been so seemingly eager to avoid both controversy and complexity. In fact, Nimoy apologizes for his more controversial 1975 memoir, I Am Not Spock: ``That was just a play of words, ideas. I was just trying to find a way to come to terms and explain . . . us. Our relationship. Did you feel rejected? I'm sorry,'' Nimoy says to Spock, with whom he has periodic conversations throughout the book. Most of Nimoy's numerous anecdotes here add little to Trek lore. More informative are his chapters describing unrelated projects such as the films Three Men and a Baby and The Good Mother, both of which Nimoy directed. His prose is chatty, banal, and prone to hyperbole. For instance, he describes Trek's writer-producer Gene Coon as ``the kind of person who didn't parade his amazing accomplishmentshe just simply did the impossible, and did it well.'' Indeed, every actor, writer, producer, and technician with whom Nimoy worked was ``amazing,'' ``brilliant,'' and ``wonderful.'' He glosses over the bitter feelings and internecine squabbling vividly described in other Trek books, calling into question the exactness of his reminiscences. Unlike William Shatner's writings, with their annoying yet oddly engaging egomania, and George Takei's expression of heartfelt outrage, I Am Spock lacks a sense of Nimoy's personality. It has no oomph. (Author tour)
Pub Date: Oct. 26, 1995
ISBN: 0-7868-6182-7
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Hyperion
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 1995
The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...
Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.
He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions.
Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.
“The Mongols swept across the globe as conquerors,” writes the appreciative pop anthropologist-historian Weatherford (The History of Money, 1997, etc.), “but also as civilization’s unrivaled cultural carriers.”
No business-secrets fluffery here, though Weatherford does credit Genghis Khan and company for seeking “not merely to conquer the world but to impose a global order based on free trade, a single international law, and a universal alphabet with which to write all the languages of the world.” Not that the world was necessarily appreciative: the Mongols were renowned for, well, intemperance in war and peace, even if Weatherford does go rather lightly on the atrocities-and-butchery front. Instead, he accentuates the positive changes the Mongols, led by a visionary Genghis Khan, brought to the vast territories they conquered, if ever so briefly: the use of carpets, noodles, tea, playing cards, lemons, carrots, fabrics, and even a few words, including the cheer hurray. (Oh, yes, and flame throwers, too.) Why, then, has history remembered Genghis and his comrades so ungenerously? Whereas Geoffrey Chaucer considered him “so excellent a lord in all things,” Genghis is a byword for all that is savage and terrible; the word “Mongol” figures, thanks to the pseudoscientific racism of the 19th century, as the root of “mongoloid,” a condition attributed to genetic throwbacks to seed sown by Mongol invaders during their decades of ravaging Europe. (Bad science, that, but Dr. Down’s son himself argued that imbeciles “derived from an earlier form of the Mongol stock and should be considered more ‘pre-human, rather than human.’ ”) Weatherford’s lively analysis restores the Mongols’ reputation, and it takes some wonderful learned detours—into, for instance, the history of the so-called Secret History of the Mongols, which the Nazis raced to translate in the hope that it would help them conquer Russia, as only the Mongols had succeeded in doing.
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.Pub Date: March 2, 2004
ISBN: 0-609-61062-7
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2003
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