I'd not come across this author's work until this one was
chosen by the Classic SF discussion forum as a monthly read, but it sounded
interesting enough for me to get hold of a copy.
The Engines of God does
indeed have a classic SF plot: ancient alien remains are found scattered around
the galaxy following the discovery of faster-than-light space travel. Most of
them are elegant sculptures – including one in our Solar System on Iapetus, a
moon of Saturn. But more puzzling are some starkly contrasting blocky
structures, to a rigid arithmetical formula, close to planets which have, or
had, civilisations apparently incapable of space travel. Furthermore, these
structures seemed to be linked in some way to disastrous collapses of the
native civilisations.
Archeologists are on the case, trying to discover more about
the various aliens and their relationships. But their best hope – a
well-preserved ancient temple on a planet where the natives have died out – is
threatened by a terraforming project to create a new Earth, as the old one is
heading steadily into the environmental disaster zone.
The heroine of the tale is space pilot and amateur
archaeologist Priscilla Hutchins, who works alongside the professionals as they
battle with deadlines and try to grasp the significance of what they are
finding. The plot steadily widens in scope and accelerates in pace as more
discoveries are made, and there is a thunderous finale in the best traditions
of wide-screen SF when what had appeared to be an abstract historical problem
becomes horrifyingly real.
The book has some flaws: the story contains some padding in
stretching to over 500 pages, for example detailed descriptions of the
play-acting the characters get up to while on a long voyage. There is also an
irrelevant and rather long section concerning a visit to a planet that ends
disastrously, but which doesn't advance the plot at all. And while the
characterisation is generally adequate, the heroine never really comes alive
and the treatment of all of the female characters is a bit clichéd: they are all
amazingly attractive, and Hutchins is repeatedly told by admiring men just how
beautiful she is. Despite these criticisms it is a gripping tale, its hugely
ambitious plot the first in a long while that has managed to spark in me some
of the "sense of wonder" which drew me to SF in the first place. Recommended.
I see that although this was written as a stand-alone,
several other tales subsequently appeared which are set in the same universe
and feature the same principal character. More to add to my reading pile!