About ten years ago, Bob Greenberger–who at the time was my Star Trek: The Next Generation editor at DC Comics — asked me to write a column about how I had become a Star Trek fan in the first place. I used the phrase “commensurate with his capacity for wonder,” which you’ll find at the end of The Great Gatsby, doncha know. In the novel, the phrase is used to describe the reaction of the first Dutch sailor who caught sight of the New World. The experience stretched his imagination to the limits — and Star Trek did the same for the eleven-year-old version of me. It satisfied me in places I didn’t know craved satisfaction. And best of all, it was on every week!
I wasn’t the kind of fan who watched the show in reruns. To this day, it’s extremely rare for me to see a TV episode or a movie more than once, Trek or otherwise. But when my agent told me that there was an opportunity to write an original Star Trek book for Pocket, I couldn’t believe it. I felt a distinct sense of closure knowing that I would make some small contribution to the mythos I had loved so much as a kid. But I didn’t think that I would ever get the chance to do a second Trek novel … much less thirty-five of them.