Careful reading this one, you'll find yourself wishing to see the movie Walter Koenig saw and experienced while working on Star Trek: The Motion Picture, because it sure isn't the movie I saw.
The movie Koenig worked on was full of life, interesting things, fun, drama and danger. The movie I saw was deathly boring, and on reading this book a second time I've found a new reason not to like the film. The central story isn't about any of the main cast, or even the supporting cast. It's about characters invented for this one movie. Since so much of the movie consists of flying around space in the most leisurely manner possible, devoting a significant amount of non-durdling screen time to one movie characters seems like a terrible mistake. But I digress.
I picked this book up because I was on a journey to try and discover the hidden mysteries of why Star Trek is, what it is, and how it came to be. I honestly still don't know what makes the franchise what it is, but I have come to appreciate it in unexpected ways by going on this journey of discovery. There's something truly mystical about Star Trek, something wondrous and different, yet familiar and comfortable all the same. From the perspective of but one actor, one man among many, a portion of it has been captured here (though it is still unclear what, exactly, it is)
Next to Spock, Chekov became my favorite character almost from the first time he seen on screen. Whatever surface Chekov is, the actor playing him is exactly as I'd always imagined without having read anything about him. He's interesting, funny, and not afraid to make a joke of himself. He obviously has tremendous admiration for the people he works with, but can't help but feel a little jealousy since his own part is so small (for what it's worth, I always felt an injustice was done to Chekov; it always seemed like he appeared in an episode only when it called for someone to be wounded or lose their marbles who wasn't an expendable crewman).
There's no real depth here, so far as film secrets are concerned. But Koenig clearly experienced a different cast and crew than that which you usually read about, and I came away with a greater positive feeling towards not only this film, but the character of Kirk (whom I had never liked) and William Shatner (who I am generally indifferent too). He painted all three in a light so very different from what I had used to view them (maybe it was all the shadows on the bridge).
It also grants a brief, narrow window into mindset and reality of the time into which this movie was born; not the least of which is Koenig's assurance that there will always be a sequel, despite the fact that he could not have known the Star Trek which was to come, thanks to the efforts of everyone involved (not the least of which is Koenig himself). Perhaps he thought that, if he was wrong, he could claim it was a joke for the end of his book. But I choose to think that, like James Blish (who converted the scripts for the episodes into novel format), he had some inkling that neither this time, nor a hundred times like it, was the end for Star Trek.
Certainly, if nothing else, this book stands as part of the magic and majesty that is Star Trek, while at the same time not taking itself too seriously and being able to be lighthearted and fun (also like Star Trek without losing the grandeur of what it is to be a part of this extraordinary franchise.
The biggest pity of this book is that he didn't write one for each of the movies he worked on,