After all, Leonard Nimoy is a poet.
Reading Nimoy is just like drifting on the waves of rhyme and rhythm. And just like all the others poets, he never explains what’s inside him. He indicates and reveals what he might be.
So in this book you does not get the information of his parents, his wife, how he dealt with his children, how he spent his childhood. Instead, you can see the world through his eyes, and make your own deduction about who he is.
And this is also a typical American dream.
A most common Jewish boy with an acting dream realized it through hardworking and maybe a little bit chance, and voila, here comes the legend.
Unlike the other autobiography, this book does not recount from birth, childhood, adolescence and adulthood. It narrates in the much entangled emotional string. And I had a dream about a much entangled Nimoy after reading it. = =+++
He put too much of himself into the role, and inevitably sometimes even got lost. But just like he confessed, he appreciated Spock, and since then he got a real successful career and never acted just for making a living, but searching, discovering, challenging and contemplating.
He and Spock will never be apart.
A fast and compelling read.
More than an autobiography, this book is the story of how an actor manages to deal with recognition - especially if such recognition is linked to one specific part.
With some very funny dialogues between Spock and Nimoy (!) and some moments of very deep introspection, this is a really interesting book.