From there, the band explores the spaceship-which they deduce is an earth ship that traveled here from the future via a black hole-and find the sphere: a 30-foot wide hollow silver ball, clearly an alien artifact.
After a shocking debriefing-they're told about the alien ship lying 1000 feet below the waves-the five descend by minisub to a deep-sea habitat. Johnson is whisked off by the Navy to the South Seas along with five other scientists, most notably young black math-whiz Harold Adams and pretty zoologist Beth Halpern. Reflecting his own march into middle-age, Crichton here offers his oldest hero yet, 53-year-old psychologist Norman Johnson, expert in the embryonic field of alien contact. But this spirited tale of a science team sent to explore a spaceship found on the Pacific floor does engross via its rich seeding of techno/oceanic lore and a happy plot that bounces merrily along from one surprise to the next. A cotton-candy science thriller, Crichton's first novel in seven years matches neither the hardcore suspense nor the wit of his The Andromeda Strain, The Great Train Robbery, or Congo.
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