He’s Dead, Jim

February 27, 2015 Musings 8

Spocks_death_2Spock is dead.

And I am crying.

When I was growing up, Spock was one of my favorite characters on Star Trek. I loved that he was smart and didn’t have to hide it, and I loved the humanity that lurked beneath the cool Vulcan exterior. I loved the usually unspoken friendship between Kirk and Spock, and the way he and Bones traded barbs but you could tell they were friends, too. I loved how Spock’s presence on the Enterprise showed that the Federation embraced diversity even beyond racial diversity. And I was so taken with his single raised eyebrow that I spent hours in front of the mirror learning how to raise one of my own. 40 years later, I still raise one eyebrow to indicate interest, surprise, skepticism, and polite disbelief.

Leonard Nimoy died today, at the age of 83. He brought a surprising depth to a character supposed to be without emotion. He didn’t just play Spock; he was Spock – in my eyes and those of his many fans (sometimes to his annoyance, though he was usually gracious with fans.) Star Trek is pretty much the only thing I ever saw Nimoy in, and yet I felt that I knew him through Spock. My world feels diminished by his death. Scotty… Spock… the icons of my nerdy childhood are disappearing, one by one, and I am startled by how much it hurts.

Farewell, Mr. Spock, and rest in peace. You are, and always will be, my friend.



8 Responses to “He’s Dead, Jim”

    • Lark_Bookwyrm

      What a wonderful tribute, Bea! I might have to do that too. Although The Search for Spock might be a little too emotional for me right now.