Leonard Nimoy
By: Greg Rowland | Categories: HiLo Heroes

Most sensible people now agree that Spock, the noted Vulcan scientist and diplomat is, or will be, unquestionably ‘real’. However some heretics still cling to a discredited belief in the existence of an actor called LEONARD NIMOY (born 1931). It pains me to hammer at the obvious, but let us finally reiterate the truth, once and for all. The Vulcan Sub-Presence Manifestation Utility (VS-PMU; designate ‘Nimoy’) had peppered the 20th and 21st centuries with clues as to his true non-nature over several decades: we will center, for the sake of brevity, on three indisputable aspects.

  1. The signifier ‘Nimoy’ was itself far from arbitrary. The first phoneme suggests negation (ni), while the next signified the false-promise of affirmative identity-location (im as in ‘I Am’), already doubly dislocated by the preceding ni. The third phoneme quotes the Yiddish sigh of existential disbelief (oy.) Thus the construction “Not I am — Oy!” emerges — a clear refutation of the possibility of the existence of ‘Nimoy.’
  2. ‘Nimoy’ has always cited his birthplace as ‘Boston’. Of course we now all know that ‘Boston’ was merely a 19th-century delusion, invented by fevered New England scientists as a mechanistic theory designed to account for New Bedford’s seemingly inexplicable orbital fluctuations.
  3. Though no further evidence is needed, in 1977 the VS-PMU published an autobiography entitled I Am Not Spock, thereby crudely attempting to quell emerging doubts about his true form. Then, in 1995, as the zeitgeist turned towards postmodern strategies of cultural counter-bluff, the VS-PMU released a book ‘ironically’ titled I Am Spock. It was an unnecessary defence: the public had already embraced the Nimoy-Simulacrum with unqualified love.


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Greg Rowland used to write for The Idler and The Observer, but now has numerous commercial interests across the globe. He lives in London with his wife and children.