McIntyre's novelization of what is arguably the most popular of the original-cast Star Trek movies feels oddly flat, dragging in the opening sections and wandering off on tangents that ultimately go nowhere (such as the backstory of the garbagemen who inadvertently saw part of the group's arrival in Golden Gate Park).
Possibly the best original subplot of the book deals with McCoy, and his continuing struggles to regain his psychological footing after having been the unwitting host to Spock's katra.
If nothing else, it's a testament to the visuals, pace, and musical soundtrack of the film, which did not transfer well to the written page.
Possibly the best original subplot of the book deals with McCoy, and his continuing struggles to regain his psychological footing after having been the unwitting host to Spock's katra.
If nothing else, it's a testament to the visuals, pace, and musical soundtrack of the film, which did not transfer well to the written page.
