This one was a hard one to review. Let me give it a shot ...
The Shatman appears in a long overdue autobiopic of his acting career to now, alternating between self-deprecating humor ("That's what actors do.") to explain the get in there and get the job done mentality, and Man of La Mancha idealism with deadpan seriousness (I'm the very best at what I do, or something similar.). Actually I sort of liked the apoliticism caused by his being a resident alien (not sure if that is the right term or not for a Canadian emigrant), but he has a strong sense of it not being his place to criticize American life, but it is harder still to appreciate the absolute sacrifices that Bill has had to endure to get his face in front of a camera on a regular basis since he started out long ago in Shakespearian drama at Stratford. This includes shortage of monetary funds while raising a family, bad marriages because he simply didn't have the time or know-how to do it right, and being forced to live in a camper after one of his divorces. He also admits to such things as being tech illiterate. All of these admissions contribute to his final conclusions at the end where he states that life is a big mystery, and it would be wrong to pretend to understand it all for the sake of a good read for others to benefit from his own mistakes, or some such invented morale. The real danger, of course, is to treat autobiography itself as an excuse for an exercise in venting or making up wonderful things about oneself that simply aren't true. Bill carefully avoids these pratfalls that others artistic tempers have not been so fortunate or humble enough to do as well. However, in the process, we do lose a little of the magic that he professes to create so splendidly in his often quirky roles. Best to call this comedy, although it is not always a hard drawn line. I choose not to look at the book as a disguised ego-trip, but rather as an apology. Bill is being sincere. At this point I'm tempted to put words into his mouth to express this distinction:
I'm so sorry for letting you down, that my own life is not half as exciting as the me you have seen on the wide screen, on televisions, and on stages. You'll have to accept me as is, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Those would be my own words and not Bill's. Bill is much more gentle and caring in his choice of words. Going on, I could invent more words as a script for Bill to speak and act out, such as:
And yet, I do care deeply about each and everyone of you that I have touched in my lifetime, and hope to touch again.
That's the spirit I get while reading the narrative from one episode to the next, which are expertly divided into chapters that flow into each other, a wonderful editing job as well.
John Lennon said it much better than I in the lyrics of a song, "We all shine on, like the moon, the sun, and the stars. You're a superstar, right you are." (Instant Karma)
Before we turn Bill into some interstellar light sent from another world, we should try to see the goodness in ourselves first. Some of the things that Bill was able to accomplish are also possible for ourselves to achieve if we had the drive and the motivation to do so. Guys like Bill inspire us to push ahead in pursuing our dreams to make them into reality. And God bless him for it!
Initial response to the book:
I enjoyed reading this story by one of the most celebrated 'documented aliens' who has ever waged a highly successful acting career on television, stage and movies. Bill's reinterations here of what he does as "That's what actors do", to explain what makes himself different from ordinary folks, should be put right up there with that's what politicians do, as a slogan for the times, although Bill himself practices a form of apoliticism himself.
A lot of light was shed on different things about Bill's life, but little about what makes America tick in general. Bill's stance seems to be as a resident alien, the best as I could make out, as both an acute observer of the art of diplomacy and the consummate deal maker. He has very little to say about things that matter, and which most other writers would never let us forget about, say gay rights, women in the workforce, civil rights, etc. He lets his feelings be known about these subjects as personal anecdotes, but not as a spokesman for a cause. His account of his own stardom status and private escapades are both humorous and entertaining throughout the telling, and a little bit embarrassing for him as well. Further insights into his animal-loving, charity work extraordinaire, humanatarian principles and attempts at being a good husband to his wives have much to like in them as well, but I was mystified by it all, and chuckled through most of it, despite my misgivings about reading a tell-all autobiography, as the title seemed to imply, that somewhat fails to take itself entirely serious. Bill just wanted to hear himself speak out loud apparently, and that of course is all right with me. I like honesty far more than false platitudes.
Rescue 911 and game shows are some of my favorite moments in his career highlights. Star Trek anecdotes are mildly interesting as hindsight despite the distance from its popularity (Other books by Shatner probably do a better job of scoping out this territory.). Most of the rest of the stuff I found boring and the humor stretched to the breaking point. All said, I couldn't put it down for an instant, and I would definitely read a book by these authors again. Bravo, Bill, for keeping it real and not taking oneself so seriously as to make us feel inferior subjects in comparison. A man for and of the people is greatly appreciated! I'm just not sure what people he represents (a small criticism amidst a great love for the Shatman and his acting abilities honed to a great degree!)