
There’s a lot that has been written and said about the inspirational power of Star Trek. From astronauts to social workers, engineers and beyond, do-gooders galore have been borne out of Trek. Good for them! Surely, aspects of Star Trek may have taught me how to be a better person, but that’s not the most profound impact on my adult life. Instead, Star Trek is partially responsible in inspiring me to read great books and become a writer.
And it did this by sneaking classic literature into my silly sci-fi any chance it got. So it is with a heavy heart that I complain about the biggest oversight that I saw in Star Trek Into Darkness: it’s not literary!

























This is going to sound like something someone’s parents would say; but when I was a kid, you had to go to the comic book store to get your Star Wars fix. Other than some bonkers Marvel back issues, and the
Like everyone else’s diary, my childhood journal is utterly terrifying. Full of awkward cursive letters, run-on-sentences, and way too much speculation about girls who barely knew I existed, it’s hard to believe the person I am today emerged from this goopy mess of over-earnestness and crippling insecurity. Oh wait. Maybe it’s not that hard to believe! Tucked in the pages of my journal, near the end of 1994, is my brief review of the final episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, written a few days after it originally aired. The scanned pages are below, complete with the transcription.


















