Chindi (Engines of God # 3) (Kindle Edition)

by Jack McDevitt (Author)

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Amazon.com Review
Most science fiction seeks to excite and gratify the reader's sense of wonder. Jack McDevitt's hard SF novel Chindi both satisfies and examines this sense of wonder, which inspires not only SF readers and writers, but every explorer and scientist who seeks to understand the universe.

In Chindi, humanity has expanded to the stars and found very few other intelligent races--all but one extinct, with the survivor none too impressive. Humanity has resigned itself to being alone. Then an alien satellite is found, orbitting a distant star and beaming an unreadable signal across the galaxy. Academy starship Captain Priscilla "Hutch" Hutchins finds herself piloting a motley crew of eccentrics (one an ex-lover) from the idealistic, ridiculed Contact Society, seeking the signal's destination. Their quest turns deadly as it takes them far beyond the borders of explored space to an impossible planetary system--and a vast and terrifying alien artifact.

Chindi is an ambitious, exciting, big-idea hard-SF novel that ventures successfully into Rendezvous with Rama territory, and beyond. The sequel to The Engines of God and Deepsix, Chindi leaves some unanswered questions for McDevitt's forthcoming fourth novel. --Cynthia Ward

From Publishers Weekly
In this sequel to last year's well-received Deepsix, McDevitt tells a curiously old-fashioned tale of interstellar adventure. Reminiscent of Arthur C. Clarke's Rendezvous with Rama, the story sends veteran space pilot Priscilla "Hutch" Hutchins and a crew of rich, amateur SETI enthusiasts off on a star-hopping jaunt in search of the mysterious aliens who have placed a series of "stealthed" satellites around an unknown number of planets. After visiting several worlds, and losing two of her dilettantes to a murderous group of alien angels, Hutch follows the interstellar trail to a bizarre, obviously artificial planetary system. There, two spectacular gas giants orbit each other closely, partially sharing the same atmosphere, while a large moon circles them in a theoretically impossible circumpolar orbit. The explorers soon discover a number of puzzling alien artifacts, including a gigantic spaceship that fails to respond to their signals. First contact is McDevitt's favorite theme, and he's also good at creating large and rather spectacular astronomical phenomena. Where this novel falls short, however, is in the creation of characters. Hutch, beautiful and supremely competent, is an adequate hero, but virtually everyone else is a cartoon. The book abounds in foolhardy dilettantes, glory-hogging bureaucrats and capable space pilots. Oddly, in a novel set some 200 years in the future, McDevitt's cast is almost exclusively white and Anglo-Saxon. This is a serviceable enough space opera, but it operates far from the genre's cutting edge.
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Product Details

• Format: Kindle Edition
• File Size: 437 KB
• Print Length: 528 pages
• Publisher: Ace (April 11, 2007)
• Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
• Language: English
• ASIN: B000PDYVP2
• Average Customer Review: 3.2 out of 5 stars See all reviews (71 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #22,200 in Kindle Store (See Bestsellers in Kindle Store)

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13 of 13 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars A long and winding star road to first contact, December 21, 2003

By	Royce E. Buehler "figvine" (Cambridge, MA USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

This review is from: Chindi (Paperback)

(***1/2)
A white-knuckle rescue mission that gets its tail singed by a supernova introduces us (those who haven't already met her in McDevitt's "Deep Six") to the gutsy superluminal pilot Hutch. She promptly accepts another mission to nanny a crew of starry eyed, deep pocketed SETI enthusiasts. There's a mysterious signal emanating from an otherwise lifeless and undistinguised double neutron star system, and they mean to check it out. The signal beam, leading on to relays, becomes a thread that traces a labyrinthine interstellar trail, with surprises and dangers at each turning. Does the trail have an end? Will the Contact Society finally meet beings from another advanced civilization face to face?

The hard science on display, and the Clarke-like restraint in not showing us too much of either the creators of the signal or the primitive aliens met along the way, had for me a comforting old-timey sci-fi feel. The book is good journeyman sf, with a few breathtaking sense-of-wonder scenes, and quite a few bursts of suspense that will keep you turning pages briskly through several chapters at a time.

On the downside, it also presents a few dry stretches. The repeated "oh, please, don't tell me you're going into that basement alone" recklessness of the Contact fans begins to stretch credulity, not to mention stretching sympathy for the party members mighty thin. And except for the clever and spectacular final rescue scheme, there's little here that's completely new. Nor is there much that provides food for thought once you step off the roller coaster at the end of the ride.

Still, if you crave your space opera with a hard science edge, "Chindi" is more than good enough to stave off your hunger pangs. And if some studio with a decent effects department doesn't pick up the movie option, they're missing a bet on an action packed summer blockbuster with an above average IQ.

7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Good page-turner, July 4, 2002

By	Chad Lundgren (Albuquerque, NM USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Chindi (Hardcover)

In this future, humanity is exploring the galaxy with faster-than-light travel, but no intelligent life has been discovered. A group called the Contact Society organizes an expedition to investigate probes discovered around a neutron star, hoping they mean intelligent life. The Academy, the primary explorers, humors them with a pilot since the Society founder is a major donor to the non-profit Academy.

The adventure begins, with nice space opera touches, including the trademark McDevitt alien ruins. All the while, Academy bureaucrats take credit or hand out blame for events they had no control over. With the FTL radio, conversations have long gaps, and clever characters use them to be deliberately unhelpful to the meddling bureaucrats.

Speaking of clever characters, there's Hutch, the practical and competent Academy captain whose professional life is better than her personal life; Tor, a famous artist and an ex-lover of Hutch's; Bill, the ship's AI, who changes personality to fit the situation; and Alyx, a famous actress/spokesperson for the Contact Society. However, some expedition members never focused for me.

I do like how the same characters act intelligently sometimes, and foolishly at other times. One character talks about all-female space ship crews: all male crews are too competitive and mixed crews have women raising men's testosterone levels into doing something stupid, an idea I found amusing and believable.

Recommended.

18 of 22 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Mediocre sci-fi at its best, July 15, 2005

By	M. S. Hillis (San Francisco, CA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

This review is from: Chindi (Paperback)

Have you ever read one of those books that, once you get about halfway through, you're not quite sure you really want to finish, but you slog through anyway, hoping against hope that there's a big payoff at the end? And when you finally reach the conclusion, you feel about as satisfied as if you'd been served a plate of rice cakes when you were expecting steak?

Well, that's what "Chindi" like. This was the first time I'd read Jack McDevitt, and I admit I had pretty high expectations based on what I'd heard about him. Indeed, "Chindi" is not all bad. The heroine, resourceful spaceship captain Priscilla Hutchins, is a compelling character with whom we can genuinely sympathize. It's also clear that McDevitt has put some good thought into the practicalities and challenges of space travel and xeno-archeology. The first fifth of the book starts out at a crackling good pace. After a mysterious explosion kills another captain and his alien-seeking passengers, readers are tantalized with the promise of an interstellar archeological mystery.

Sadly, the book devolves into a wild goose chase as Hutch and her team of amateur xenologists try in vain to track down the alien intelligence thought to be the source of the fatal blast. The crew jumps from planet to planet, stumbling across alien races that are either long dead or living but hostile and of murderous intent.

Apart from Hutch, the characters are as thin as the paper they are written on. The only promising character other than Hutch is the legendary captain Preacher Brawley, who is unfortunately killed in the blast that sets up the plot. The rest of the cast is embarrassingly laughable -- a brash billionaire CEO, his lackey bureaucrat, his movie star wife, a brilliant scientist, an artist. One reviewer aptly said this is "Gilligan's Island" in space. These people act in a totally unbelievable manner, too, more akin to clueless teenagers in a slasher flick than thoughtful adults with the benefit of two more centuries of scientific advances and collective wisdom. Most of these people meet grim ends, but they are so void of depth that we feel nothing except maybe a morbid satisfaction that they had it coming. In the case of one minor character, it is gratuitously noted that she worked as a stripper to put herself through college. Another character, a self-aggrandizing, scheming, two-time Nobel Prize winning physicist, put himself through college as a standup comedian. Incidentally, this character is entirely superfluous to the story, contributing absolutey zero to the development of the plot or the other characters.

Finally, there is no conclusion. The final quarter of the book is devoted to the rescue of a single character trapped on an alien vessel as it speeds away from his human companions. For a book that began with grand promises of humanity on the verge of meeting its galactic equal, of unlocking the mysteries of an ancient and wise race, this is an oddly mundane and confusing conclusion.

This 500-page novel could easily have been condensed to a 100-page novella. If it was even half its length, I might recommend it as a throwaway summer read. But as it stands I can only advise potential readers to seek sci-fi adventure elsewhere, perhaps in the military action pulp of Richard K. Morgan, or the transhuman punk epics of Alastair Reynolds.