The latest addition to the library of "Star Trek" cast memoirs is undeniably the worst. A more appropriate title would be "Unemployed Except for Star Trek." Were this account of bit parts and waiting for Godot (i.e., the Big Break) written with honesty, introspection, and wit, a story of a struggling, largely unsuccessful actor could make interesting reading. Unfortunately, Doohan seems oblivious to the fact that "Trek" was his Big Break; his lack of acting ability and his penchant for bad accents precluded his capitalizing on it. His acting was not good enough to transcend the stereotype and subsequent caricatures of him. Yet Doohan the Great Artiste berates us all for failing to recognize his theatrical genius. Throughout the book he sounds either like a spoiled brat or a pretentious video store clerk. And he needed a co-writer to do it! Sheesh. One would think that Jon Lovitz modeled his "Master Thespian" parody after Doohan -- this book is that bad. As a fan of the original "Trek," I feel this book insulted my intelligence.