Archaeology in space! Archaeology in space!!!
Yup, that topic never fails to get me excited; in my very nerdy defence, that’s what I got my BA in, and while I ended up working in a completely different field, I never lost my enthusiasm for it. So if you tell me there’s a book about archaeologists in space, and you sprinkle some mystery about the lost alien civilization being studied, you check a lot of my “give this book to me now” boxes.
Set in the not-so-distant future (2202), “The Engines of God” opens with the kind of enigma nerds like me salivate all over: humanity has started to explore space, and has discovered, scattered around a few planets and moons, statues and monuments left behind by a now probably extinct alien species. While each of those structures is different, and inscribed with a unique form of language, they are all believed to be the product of the same civilization. An ongoing excavation of a huge temple complex on the planet Quraqua is jeopardized by a terraforming project seeking to melt that planet’s ice caps in order to irrigate it, so that humanity can eventually relocate there, Earth’s ecology having been damaged beyond repair. But what if the discoveries made by those archaeologists held the key to their species’ survival?
Like most hard science fiction novels, “The Engines of God” suffers from prose that’s on the dry side. The ideas are ambitious and wonderful, but you never get a true sense of atmosphere. I mean, the very idea of an abandoned alien temple complex should inspire so many feelings: awe, terror, fascination, ominousness… But the descriptions of the settings are so minimal that you never really build up those feelings, which is a shame. It must also be noted that people with zero prior knowledge of how weird and complicated archaeology is probably will scratch their heads a bit from time to time: if you have no idea what the Rosetta Stone is and why it was so crucial to Egyptologists, you will probably wonder why everyone is getting their panties in a twist about finding the alien version of that. I do love that McDevitt makes his xenoarchaeology very believable (to me, for what that’s worth): his way of adapting an existing science to this speculative future setting rings perfectly true, with the described methods, terminology and specialties modified just so. In archaeology, the process of artifact preservation is actually really rare, and McDevitt turns that into the very existence of civilization being a rare occurrence, dependent on so many variables that need to have perfect timing to allow cultures to develop – making the discoveries of the Monuments all that more remarkable and significant.
The characters are sadly but predictably underdeveloped. There’s also too many of them: I get that McDevitt wanted to make the team feel and sound realistic, and on a dig, there will be a ton of people, which does often result in a “too many cooks in the kitchen” situation. I’m happy to give him a thumbs up for realism, but from the uninitiated reader’s perspective, it can feel overwhelming. McDevitt wrote a bunch more Priscilla Hutchins books, so I can only hope she is more fleshed out as the series goes on, because in this one, I didn’t learn much about her character – besides the fact that she is feisty and that her mother is very disappointed she won’t settle down.
The topic of archaeological research (or any scientific research, really) being interrupted by big corporations who have a profit to make and shrug off science in the name of the almighty dollar is a topic that touches a nerve with me, so I got quite angry at the Kosmik folks and at the cavalier attitude towards the team working on Quraqua.
I always love finding little hints about when a sci-fi book was written embedded within the narrative: phones with screens (à la “Bladerunner”) and faxes (that actually work) totally give this book away as a product of the late 80’s, early 90’s. It’s pretty adorable, in a charmingly retro sort of way, kind of like Bradbury’s characters drinking malt milkshakes on Mars. I kept picturing the characters with the inadvisable, puffy hair-dos everyone sported back in those days.
Despite it’s flaws, I enjoyed “The Engines of God”. I will always be a sucker for archaeological mysteries and sci-fi, so I am ready to overlook clumsy treatments of silly romances if I have a good, brainy mystery to chew on. 3 and a half stars rounded up, and a great curiosity to see where McDevitt took this world and this character in the next book!