Well, I just finished smashing through the book. It was, as promised, a story about valor, and hope, and faith in others to carry the torch when you no longer can. I think this novel was more deft with the metafictional aspect of the story than the other two were; while it's not what I would've done with the last great First Splinter epic (I'm always going to wonder if we would've gotten a more rounded farewell with the impractically-long mega-series that was described as being mooted early on), as someone who got very, very frustrated with Discovery's second season and hopped off the TV train, I very much empathized with Lal's plaintive, existential question, "But what if we stop our stories and then the new TV Star Trek really sucks?" I feel there's a whisper of an implication of the novelverse continuing out there, somewhere, in the boundless realms of imagination (or maybe just AO3) in the tour of possibilities near the end, and a duplicate of the Prime Universe having also been a doomed splinter. Though, yes, I will cop to being wrong in the earlier threads when I said fictionalizing the production realities was too obvious a play.
I did well up a bit more than a few times, and had a good laugh at Geordi teasing Worf about his captaining abilities, but the last page, where the end of the old novelverse threaded into the beginning of the new, felt like David Mack reached into my chest and gave my heart one good hard squeeze. I've been trying to articulate exactly what the emotion was, and I think I've landed on it; it felt like being dumped (amicably) and then seeing the first photo of them with their new beau on the socials. Star Trek novels and I have shared some great times over the past... (was it Rogue Saucer or The Final Fury? They were both 1996) ...twenty-five years, but they belong with a new continuity now, and hopefully we can all remain the best of friends, though we're no longer "continuing storyline" and "committed reader." And we are still friends! To stretch this belabored and deeply weird metaphor past its breaking point, Star Trek books still have all the stuff I love about them, and I can be civil towards their new, TV-based epic ongoing storyline and just grit my teeth and hope AA-Trek's weird fixation on apocalyptic robot-tentacles coming out of wormholes doesn't rub off on them too much.
(I don't think anyone is going to continue this weird and personal string of imagry, but I thought of a really good wordplay about "Always the tie-in, never the tied," and I want to make sure I get that written down for posterity.)
Apocalyptic tentacles and AI? I think they caught that from lit trek.