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How do you shut up when your nose is doing all the talking?

Alan is not big or strong. He hates playing soccer and can barely keep up in math class. Moreover he’s fodder for every bully for miles around. But all that changes the day Norbert, an alien from Jupiter, comes to earth on an exploration mission and moves into – Alan’s nose. Soon Alan isn’t acting like himself, but is Norbert really to blame? Loud, pushy and hilarious, Norbert teaches Alan to stand up for himself, even when the odds are stacked against him.

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Chapter 1: How'd I Get Here?

Don’t you hate it when everyone in the room is wearing clothes and you’re not? The doctor’s wearing a dress with a white coat on top, and the nurse has on one of those green uniforms. Mom’s wearing her new tweed suit – a bit wrinkled after a day at work and half the night sitting beside my bed – but still, a suit. And me? I have underpants. Period. I had a hospital gown that didn’t do up the right way, but they made me take it off. So now I’m wearing dark green Y-fronts and a smile, and that’s about it. No, I forgot. I have a bandage on. It isn’t doing me much good, modesty-wise, because it’s on my head.

The doctor introduces herself. She’s new. I forget her name immediately. I’ve seen the nurse before; her name is Angela. She’s okay. The doctor smiles down at me, pokes and prods for a bit, and lets me put on my gown again. That’s a little better.

“So you’re the boy who talks to himself,” she says, taking the laser out of her pocket. All right, it’s not really a laser but it looks like one, and it feels like one. The other doctors all had them too. “Angela here has been telling me about you.”

I don’t say anything. She tilts my head and shines the light in my eye. Ouch. Like a laser.

“What’s your name?” she asks.

Doctors have to go to school for a long time. Everyone knows how smart they are. They sure know it. But they must think the rest of the world is as thick as a brick because they ask really obvious questions. I’ve seen lots of doctors since I woke up, and every one of them has asked my name. Some of them asked more than once. And it’s not like it’s a tough name to remember.

“Alan,” I say. “Alan Dingwall.” Don’t say it. It’s my name; I’ve had to live with it all my life. “I’m still thirteen,” I say.

“Still?”

“Everybody keeps asking how old I am. I’m the same age I was a couple of hours ago. I’m still in Grade Seven. I still live in Cobourg. My birthday is still October 16th.” The doctor chuckles. “And my head still hurts.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” I can’t see her, but that’s my mom. Who was the English queen with Calais written on her heart? My mom has Oh, you poor thing on hers.

“We want to know how much you remember, Alan,” says the doctor. “That’s why we ask the same questions over and over again. You were unconscious for almost five hours. That’s a long time. We’ve done lots of tests, but some of them were . . . inconclusive.”

“You think I have trouble remembering my own name? Or where I live?”

The doctor tilts my head, stares up my nose. The last doctor did this too. What do they think is up there? Then she goes back to my eyes. “How much do you remember, Alan? Do you remember the accident?”

“I’ve tried,” I say. “I remember the rain and the mud. And the creek running high. Norbert was running too – I had a cold.” I try to take a breath. “I’m still really stuffy. Even stuffier than I was.”

“Norbert is a friend of yours?”

“Uh – kind of,” I say.

“And then?”

“I don’t know.”

“What about your other friend?” the doctor asks. “The little dark-haired girl?”

“Miranda? What about her?”

“She’s in the report from the Cobourg Hospital. She pulled you out of the river and called the ambulance. Don’t you remember?”

I shake my head. Ouch. Funny that I don’t remember about Miranda. Not funny ha-ha, funny weird. She doesn’t usually walk home from school with me. She takes a bus. Normally I’d remember being with her. And this afternoon she couldn’t have been with me. I know that, though I don’t remember why.

Drat. It’s like there’s a hole in my memory, and everything about the accident has fallen in – Miranda, the river, the collie dog, everything. I hope I can find them all again.

Wait a minute. Miranda has brown hair, doesn’t she?

“I wish I could remember more,” I say.

“That’s okay. You’re lucky to live in Cobourg, Alan. I’ve been there once or twice. It’s such a pretty place, right by the lake. Look to the left. And to the right. Don’t move your head. Just your eyes.”

I’m happy to keep my head still. It hurts when I move it. “I wonder if I’ll ever remember what happened,” I say.

“Probably. Don’t worry about it. You always wear green shorts?” the doctor asks suddenly.

“Huh?” I say.

“Your underpants. You like green ones?”

“I… not really,” I say.

“Good. I don’t either. And by the way, just for the record, are those green underpants clean, or did you wear them yesterday too?”

“Hey!”

“Just trying to think of fresh questions. I don’t like boring my patients.” Now she’s shining the light in my other eye. I can’t tell if she’s smiling but she sounds like it.

“I’m not bored,” I say.

“Good. Don’t look at the light. Look left again. Now how about this – what’s the cube root of four hundred and eighty-nine?”

I blink. “I don’t know.”

The doctor turns off the light. I can see she is smiling. “Good,” she says. “I don’t know either. I’d worry if you did know.”

At that point the door opens and my dad comes in. “Is this the right room?” he asks. He’s moving fast, looking worried and important, until he sees me. Then he stops as if he’s been punched hard in the stomach. He takes a slow, careful step toward my bed. And another one. “You’re awake!” he says.

I smile feebly.

“I thought you were unconscious,” he says. “Sorry I took so long to get here. My flight didn’t get in to Toronto until midnight, and the cab broke down on the way to the hospital.” He notices my mom. “You said he was in a coma,” he says.

My mom is beside the window, looking out. I don’t know what she expects to see at this time of night. My dad is standing in the doorway. Whenever they’re together, which isn’t very often, my parents seem to drift to opposite sides of the room. You’d think they were two like poles of a magnet. Like poles repel, don’t they? After the divorce my dad’s company moved him away from Cobourg – first to Chicago, and then Minneapolis. Now he lives in Vancouver. Drifted right across the continent. Give him another couple of years and I’ll have to fly to Thailand every summer to see him.

The doctor goes over and introduces herself to my dad. I miss her name again. “Congratulations, Mr. Dingwall,” she says. “Your son is going to be okay. He was in what we call a light coma, but he came out of it earlier this evening.”

“Great,” says my dad.

Angela the nurse is holding my hand. Like I said, she’s nice.

“Can I go to sleep yet?” I ask. I’ve been trying to get to sleep since I woke up – that doesn’t sound right, does it, but I woke up a little after dinnertime and I’ve been yawning and yawning ever since. And they haven’t let me go to sleep for more than an hour at a time.

“Do you want something to drink first?” asks the nurse. “Some ginger ale or juice?”

“Oh yes,” I say. “Please.” I’m thirsty. And sleepy. And I have a headache.

Better than being in a coma.

My dad insists on staying with me. I wonder if he really wants to, or if he’s just trying to get my mom upset. She wants to stay with me too. “You look awful, Helen,” my dad tells her. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest? I’ll sit up with Alan.” And the nurse and doctor smile, like we’re a TV family where everyone cares. What we need is a dog, or maybe a pesky little sister. And a crazy neighbor who drops in during every episode.

“You look pretty lousy too,” she says.

“Not as lousy as you. Your hair’s a mess.”

“So is yours. And you spilled something gross on your shirt. Gravy, or something.”

“Yeah, well, I was in a hurry.”

“And you still turned up too late.”

“Too late for what? To see my son in a coma? And anyway, I can’t change the airline schedule. I came as fast as I could.”

A family fight; not the first one I’ve ever heard. Looks like we’ll have to cancel “The Dingwalls” in mid-season. Parents – who needs them? The doctor and nurse are edging toward the door. I wish I could go too.

“Look, I’ve traveled three thousand miles to see my son; I’d like to spend some time with him. Is that too much to ask?” My dad is sounding reasonable. A business voice. His job is in human relations. Mom’s a social worker, counsels kids in trouble. Ironic, or what? Like that old proverb where the shoemaker’s kids go barefoot, and the baker’s kids are hungry, and the candlestick maker’s kids are in the dark. Nowadays, instead of candlestick makers, we have managers and co-ordinators and directors, and their kids are unmanageable and unco-ordinated and lacking direction. Sometimes I think Lizzie Borden had the right idea.

“Why don’t we ask Alan?” says my mom.

“Yes, let’s ask Alan. Let’s ask him if he wants to spend a few minutes with his old man, who has flown across the continent to be with him. Let’s see if a twelve-year-old boy has more sense than his thirty-nine-year-old mom.”

“He’s thirteen. Don’t you even know how old your son is?”

“So I guess you’re forty, then. Unless you skipped another birthday. You were twenty-nine for three years in a row, I think.”

“I was waiting for you to buy me a birthday present. It took you three years to remember.”

But by then I’ve nestled down into the pillows, and closed my eyes. Maybe they’ll leave me alone if I pretend to be asleep.

My dad wakes me up. There’s no one else in the room. It’s later, I can tell. He’s trying to be gentle, bending over me; his face all screwed up. “Alan,” he says, shaking my shoulder. “Alan.” He looks like he’s in as much pain as I am.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“A little after four o’clock.” He sounds apologetic. “I didn’t want to wake you, but they insisted. They’re still a little worried about you.”

I don’t say anything.

“No, don’t go back to sleep. You’re not supposed to go right back to sleep. Sit up and talk for a few minutes.” He helps me sit up against the pillows. My head hurts.

“Where’s Mom?” I ask.

“She went home. She’ll be back in the morning.” Cobourg isn’t that far from Toronto. About an hour by car or train . . . only fifteen minutes by helicopter, which is how I came yesterday. Cobourg Hospital to the Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto. I bet it was a really great trip. Too bad I was unconscious at the time.

Dad goes to the window, stares out at the night. Just like Mom did. Must be a great view from my room. When I can stand up, I ought to go over and take a look. “Alan, I want to say . . . I’m sorry for that scene when I came in the room. Your mother and I . . . we just . . .”

“Yeah,” I say.

“I don’t know why it is,” he says, “but whenever the two of us get together we act like . . .”

“Act like spoiled brats,” I say sleepily.

He turns around, laughs. “Yeah, that’s about right.”

Dad’s like me in coloring, very pale and with bright red hair. Now he’s blushing. Our blushes are sudden and spectacular, like tropical sunsets.

“I’m going to get myself a cup of coffee,” he says. “Can I get you some juice or pop or something while I’m up?”

“Sure,” I say. I settle back against the pillows.

“Don’t fall asleep. You’re supposed to stay awake for five minutes every hour.”

He goes.

There’s a bed across the room, but it’s empty. I’m all alone. I listen for the nurses, for the doctors, for the maintenance staff who push those trolleys around – trolleys which must by some sort of hospital law always have one squeaky wheel. Nothing. Silence. I yawn some more.

I think about my dad in his office in Vancouver. And then the phone call – harsh, dramatic. His son is in the hospital. In a coma. He leaves in a hurry. He’s worried because he cares about his son. Because he loves his son. Doesn’t he? Well, doesn’t he?

I sigh. And hear a familiar, squeaky voice.

So, Alan. I guess this is it, says Norbert.
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Richard Scrimger is the award-winning author of nine novels for young readers, three picture books, and three books for adults. His works have been translated into eight languages, and have been critically acclaimed around the world. Columns detailing Richard’s adventures in parenthood have been published in The Globe and Mail, Chatelaine, and Today’s Parent. His first children’s novel, The Nose from Jupiter, won the 10th Annual Mr. Christie’s Book Award. His most recent young adult novel, From Charlie’s Point of View, was a CLA Honor Book, and was chosen as one of the “Best of the Best” by the Chicago Public Library. His latest adult novel, Mystical Rose, was a Globe & Mail book of the year. He has four teenaged children, a collection of speeding tickets, and, usually, a puzzled expression.Richard Scrimger lives in Cobourg, Ontario.
Awards

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NOMINEE 1999 Silver Birch Award for Fiction
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ABOUT THIS BOOK

Alan Dingwall is not big or strong. He hates playing soccer and can barely keep up in math class. Moreover, he has problems at home (where his parents are divorcing), on the playground (where a gang of bullies is terrorizing him), and with his love life (there’s this girl, see…). But all that is about to change. Enter Norbert, a
tiny squeaky-voiced alien from Jupiter who has come to planet Earth on an exploration mission. Norbert takes up residence in Alan’s nose. (There’s a whole apartment in there–apparently your nose is much bigger inside than it is outside.) Norbert is fearless and a bit of a smart alec. Soon Alan isn’t acting like himself. Norbert’s pushy manner and hilarious wisecracks land Alan in trouble, and force him to address his problems. Is the alien real, or is Norbert an expression of that small part of each of us that is not afraid? Good question. As
Norbert says when he first sets foot in the nose-apartment: You don’t know what you have inside you, Al. Thanks to Norbert, Alan learns to stand up for himself, even when the odds are stacked against him.

ABOUT THIS AUTHOR

Richard Scrimger does not live in a nose, but he does know a lot about writing. His works extend from early readers such as Bun Bun’s Birthday to other books featuring Alan and Norbert like A Nose For Adventure. Scrimger’s own adventures in parenting led to his writing a collection of articles compiled in Still Life With
Children
. His works have also been nominated for The City of Toronto Book Awards plus Silver Birch and Red Maple Awards and The Nose From Jupiter won the tenth Mr. Christie Book Award. His columns have been featured in The Globe & Mail, Chatelaine and Today’s Parent magazines. Mr. Scrimger’s home in Cobourg may be a long way from Jupiter but his imagination is as bright as the many stars in Norbert’s galaxy.

TEACHING IDEAS

ETHICS/CHARACTER DEVELOPMEN T
Although The Nose From Jupiter contains humorous elements, the lead character, Alan Dingwall, has some serious issues. He has to face difficult incidents of bullying. What strategies help Alan overcome his status as a victim? Does any character have an epiphany or change of mindset due to unfolding events?
What did that character learn about him or herself? Have you ever faced a similar struggle? Have you ever helped someone who was being unfairly targeted by bullies? What are the steps you took to assist them?
There are many family structures in the modern society. Throughout the book, Alan is coming to terms with his parents’ separation and his new life, primarily with his mother. How does he reach out to his father to maintain their relationship? What challenges does he face? Does he believe that his parents listen to him?
Alan hears a voice inside his nose. Have you ever heard a voice inside your head encouraging you to make certain choices? Give an example of when you have followed your inner voice or conscience to a positive outcome.

MATH/SOCIAL STUDIES
Norbert, an alien from Jupiter, is temporarily residing in Alan’s nose. Norbert’s new “home” features various rooms and storage facilities. Draw a scale drawing of Norbert’s dwelling inside Alan’s nose and include labels of notable features (i.e. garage). Using a Venn diagram on a separate page, compare your home to Norbert’s residence. What features are the same or different?

SCIENCE
How is Norbert’s Jupiter, as an environment, comparable to living on Earth? Is the fictionalized Jupiter that Norbert describes to Alan similar to the real climate and environment on Jupiter? How does Norbert’s space ship compare to space vehicles of today? What might be needed in a space vehicle to allow an astronaut to travel to Jupiter from Earth? How far have astronauts travelled? What specific aspect of a space vehicle has been designed by Canadian engineers?

HEALTH
How is a nose actually structured? Make a small “open-faced” model of a nose labelling key features. Why is the sense of smell such a powerful one? How does a nose function?

DRAMA
Be first on the scene to interview Norbert following his exit from Alan’s nose. What questions would you ask? How might he respond? With a partner, create a short scene to dramatize this.

MEDIA LITERACY
On the author’s website, http://www.scrimger.ca, how are Richard Scrimger’s choice of text features on the introduction appropriate? Explain your answer. Why do you think that Richard Scrimger has chosen to include a blog? How is blogging different than writing a fictional story?

SUGGESTED ACTIVITIES

1. Ask students to look at the cover of The Nose From Jupiter before they read the book and predict what elements the book might contain. Does it look like a humorous book? Why might the boy be smiling? What role do you predict the dog might play in the story?

2. Ask students to explain how the opening setting sets up an unorthodox introduction to the lead character, Alan Dingwall. Have them create a drawing of his hospital room, incorporating as many of the specific features described in the opening nine pages as they can. Have them compare their drawings with a peer buddy to see how many elements have been identified.

3. From reading the story, what can students infer about Alan’s relationship with his parents, his friends Victor and Miranda, and finally, with his adversaries like The Cougars? Ask them to support their answers with specific details from the text.

4.
Ask student to imagine being either Alan or Norbert. Would Norbert enjoy being in Alan’s nose? Would Alan enjoy having Norbert nipping around his nasal cavity? Would you like to live in Alan’s nose? Would you like to have an alien fly into your nose? Ask them to cite specific details from the story to support their answers and explain why or why not.

5.
Ask students if they feel that any character changed during the course of the story. How might the story seem different if it was written from another character’s point of view–i.e. Norbert, Prudence, Prudence’s collie dog? Have them write a one-page account relating to events from The Nose From Jupiter as seen through another character’s eyes.

6. Ask students to write a news report about an exciting part of the story (i.e. the soccer game, the “splash” by the river, the school washroom scene). Discuss including key components–Who, What happened, Where, When, and Why it is an important news story to tell. Have them experiment with various forms of news reports: a newspaper story, a one-minute radio piece, or even a short videotaped news spot.

7. Ask students to imagine they are the first on the scene to interview Norbert following his exit from Alan’s nose. What questions would they ask? How might he respond? Have them chose a partner and create a short scene to dramatize this.

8. Have students write a journal entry of one of the characters from the story, focusing on one specific day in the story. What thoughts or feelings might be included?

OTHER TITLES OF INTEREST

OTHER BOOKS BY Richard Scrimger

Into the Ravine
From Charlie’s Point of View
(Canada only)
Noses are Red
A Nose for Adventure
The Boy from Earth
The Way to Schenectady
Of Mice and Nutcrackers
Princess Bun Bun
Bun Bun’s Birthday
Eugene’s Story


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