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Movies Showing Nowhere

E-BookEPUBePub WasserzeichenE-Book
256 Seiten
Englisch
Pushkin Children's Bookserschienen am04.04.2024
A prizewinning middle grade fantasy adventure about memories, loss and time travel __________ 'He captures the reader from page 1 with this highly original, filmic novel' Het Parool 'An instant classic that will effortlessly stand the test of time' Lookie Books and More 'An imaginative, riveting and moving story' Dutch Library Association __________ On the day Cate came into the world, her mother left it. Ever since, Cate's dad has become distant and silent, locked in his own little world. Cate has to keep herself entertained, with kung fu films, her pet rabbit and her photography hobby, until one day she receives an invitation to a mysterious, abandoned cinema, and everything changes. At the cinema, Cate meets the strange Mrs Kano, who introduces her to a most unusual kind of movie theatre - the kind that lets you step into a memory. So begins a wonder-filled adventure through time that will teach Cate the meaning of love, the beauty of things passing and the need for bravery in letting go.

Yorick Goldewijk is a Dutch author and illustrator, as well as a musician who writes music for films, television and computer games. Movies Showing Nowhere won the Golden Pencil Prize for the best Dutch children's book of the year and was shortlisted for the Flemish Boon Literature Prize.mehr
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KlappentextA prizewinning middle grade fantasy adventure about memories, loss and time travel __________ 'He captures the reader from page 1 with this highly original, filmic novel' Het Parool 'An instant classic that will effortlessly stand the test of time' Lookie Books and More 'An imaginative, riveting and moving story' Dutch Library Association __________ On the day Cate came into the world, her mother left it. Ever since, Cate's dad has become distant and silent, locked in his own little world. Cate has to keep herself entertained, with kung fu films, her pet rabbit and her photography hobby, until one day she receives an invitation to a mysterious, abandoned cinema, and everything changes. At the cinema, Cate meets the strange Mrs Kano, who introduces her to a most unusual kind of movie theatre - the kind that lets you step into a memory. So begins a wonder-filled adventure through time that will teach Cate the meaning of love, the beauty of things passing and the need for bravery in letting go.

Yorick Goldewijk is a Dutch author and illustrator, as well as a musician who writes music for films, television and computer games. Movies Showing Nowhere won the Golden Pencil Prize for the best Dutch children's book of the year and was shortlisted for the Flemish Boon Literature Prize.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781782694113
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format HinweisePub Wasserzeichen
FormatE101
Erscheinungsjahr2024
Erscheinungsdatum04.04.2024
Seiten256 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse2107 Kbytes
Artikel-Nr.14286974
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Genre9201

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe



Music from the Past


The weather wasn´t at all cold yet. Autumn had only just begun. They were in the weeks of fiery red and deep orange and bright yellow, the weeks when the sun makes the earth glow, the weeks just before the world becomes still. Of all the seasons, Cate loved autumn best. It was the season when everything had more meaning. Everything that had once been, everything that was yet to come. And everything that was now too, everything already passing before your eyes. Autumn had a sadness that she wanted to plunge into. She´d searched the internet for a word to go with that feeling. And when she found it, it turned out to be a beautiful one: melancholy.

Cate rode her bike to the field-that-didn´t-exist, on the other side of the village. She went there almost every day. She propped her bike against a tree and lay in the grass in the middle of the field, leaning back on her elbows. Then she picked a blade of grass, popped it into the corner of her mouth and looked at the street, watching the morning passing by: a man with a shopping bag, a woman on the phone, some cars and bikes, the first falling leaves.

The field-that-didn´t-exist obviously did exist, or Cate wouldn´t have been able to lie down in it. But no one except for Cate seemed to see it. Everyone saw the spectacular house to the left of the field. With its bright red window and door frames and its blue walls, it looked like something straight from the future. And everyone saw the even more spectacular house to the right, with turrets sticking out of the wall like rockets. But the field-that-didn´t-exist, right in between those incredible houses, stubbornly escaped everyone´s notice.

Except Cate´s. She had trained herself to look sideways´, as she called it. That meant not looking at the things that automatically drew your attention, but at what was right beside them instead. She had discovered an entire world there, hiding in plain sight.

Cate always carried her camera with her so she could capture those unseen things. She never took photos of people looking thoughtful or of impressive buildings or romantic sunsets or dramatic skies. She only took photos of things that were so insignificant and unremarkable that no one else saw them. That really, absolutely no one else saw, as if they weren´t there. Like the field-that-didn´t-exist. Her computer was full of photos of front gardens, fences, nooks and crannies, statues and door handles. Objects that existed, but who for? Who would notice if they weren´t there? And if there was no one to notice them, were they really there? Maybe not - that was what Cate thought. Maybe they only became real when she pointed the lens of her camera at them. She thought that was an incredibly amazing idea.


 


It was the first Sunday of the autumn holidays. The bustle of Saturday was over and there was a strange stillness in the air, as if the sky were so big that all the sound had got lost in it.

The sun felt warm on Cate´s face. And with that warmth, out of nowhere, her mum suddenly came back into her mind. Cate was always startled by the unexpected way she turned up. That was happening less and less, but it was the second time this morning. And although this was one thought she barely dared to even think, she really didn´t want to spend the morning thinking about her mum.

Cate spat out the blade of grass, opened her backpack and took out a big bottle of fizzy pop and a stack of comics.

Then she sat up so that the sunlight fell exactly on the top of her head and she felt goosebumps spreading from there and down her back and arms until her toes were tingling. As if her feet were touching the ice-cold waves of a vast ocean. A smile crossed her face. She took one of the comics from the pile (Zombie Apocalypse II: The Slaughter of the Baby Zombie King) and started reading.

But just as she started to sink into her comic, she was gripped by the feeling that someone was watching her. The field-that-didn´t-exist was deserted, but it didn´t feel that way. Cate was sure that, the moment she looked up from her comic, she would see someone standing there. But when she did look up, she saw no one.

Cate stood up, spun around in a circle and ran her eyes over the bushes. Then she shook her head. It must have been her imagination. Cornelia would have said she´d had too much stimulation, and that could cause all manner of inconvenient commotions´ (that was what Cornelia called emotions that she disapproved of because they were bad for you´). And, of course, Cornelia had a solution ready and waiting for those bad commotions.

Get rid of them. Just put them in the... h...?´

(Bored look from Cate.)

In the h-h-h...´

(Bored look.)

In the h-h-h-ho...´

(Bored look.)

In the ho-o-o...´

Holidays?´

In the hole, that´s right. In the hole.´

But commotions or not, when Cate sat down to go on reading, she could still feel those eyes watching her. She tried to ignore the feeling, until she couldn´t any longer - and she looked up with a jerk.

No one there.

Cate sighed. She was starting to get annoyed now. And what was annoying her most of all was the glimmer of hope that had suddenly flared up in her heart, out of nowhere. As if it had been hidden there all those years, silently, secretly waiting for a moment to strike.

Mum, she thought.

And immediately, she could have kicked herself.

You stupid little kid,´ she muttered.

In the h-h-h-h...

Get knotted.´

She looked at her comic again, but she didn´t feel like reading anymore. And then, when it started to rain as well, she packed up her things and stomped back home.


 


At home, everything smelled of cleaning stuff, but luckily Cornelia herself didn´t seem to be around. The house was perfectly silent. Cate walked into the hall and tossed her backpack into a corner - and then she heard a single note on the piano in the living room.

Was Cornelia there after all? Was she polishing the keys?

She shuffled quietly across the hallway and peeped through the door.

It was her dad who was sitting at the piano. Seen from behind, he looked old and awkward: his tall, thin torso hunched over the keys, his long legs folded clumsily beneath. His forefinger was still resting on a key. As he turned his eyes to the window, Cate could just about make out his expression. It looked very distant, but he didn´t seem as far away in his own little world as he usually was. Just for a moment, Cate felt that he was seeing the same beautiful autumn as she was. As if he´d crept out of his boarded-up fortress and was taking a deep breath. And shivering: Cate saw a tremble run down his back.

Then he pressed another key. And a third. He added his left hand and began to play. Slowly, softly, solemnly.

The piano was never used. It just stood there gathering dust and growing uglier and uglier. The black finish was covered with speckles of grey as if someone had been spraying grey paint over it. That was probably something to do with Cornelia´s cleaning stuff, Cate thought.

Cate had only heard her dad play the piano a couple of times in her entire life. Those few times, he had always played the same thing and she recognised the same music this time too. She´d never heard it anywhere else - she only knew it from when her dad played the piano.

She listened breathlessly, watching as her dad rocked back and forth on the stool like a slow giant, his long, slender fingers as graceful as dancers on the keys.

Suddenly he seemed to startle, and the spell was broken. As if the keys had suddenly become red hot, he pulled his hands away. Then he jumped up and strode to the door that Cate had been peeking around, but he barely noticed her and almost knocked her over.

Ah, Cate! How was school?´

I don´t have school on Sundays, Dad. Or in the autumn holidays either.´

Her dad was halfway up the stairs by now. He turned and looked at her.

Oh yes,´ he said. Sunday, yes.´

Then he continued up the stairs and disappeared into his room.

Cate gazed at the empty staircase for a moment before heading into the living room. The piano was on display in the middle of the room like some kind of monument. It looked pretty cool, but Cate had no idea what it was doing there, slap bang in the centre of the room. It seemed to belong to a different house and to a different life.

Sometimes Cate felt like she was growing up in a strange house filled with unfamiliar objects. While other families had photos on the walls or knickknacks on the windowsill that all told a story, the house where Cate and her...

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Autor

Yorick Goldewijk is a Dutch author and illustrator, as well as a musician who writes music for films, television and computer games. Movies Showing Nowhere won the Golden Pencil Prize for the best Dutch children's book of the year and was shortlisted for the Flemish Boon Literature Prize.