Landscape With Invisible Hand [Lingua Inglese] - Rilegato

Anderson, M. T.

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ISBN 10: 0763687898 ISBN 13: 9780763687892

Casa editrice: Candlewick, 2017

Riassunto

National Book Award winner M. T. Anderson returns to future Earth in a sharply wrought satire of art and truth in the midst of colonization.

Now a major motion picture

When the vuvv first landed, it came as a surprise to aspiring artist Adam and the rest of planet Earth — but not necessarily an unwelcome one. Can it really be called an invasion when the vuvv generously offered free advanced technology and cures for every illness imaginable? As it turns out, yes. With his parents’ jobs replaced by alien tech and no money for food, clean water, or the vuvv’s miraculous medicine, Adam and his girlfriend, Chloe, have to get creative to survive. And since the vuvv crave anything they deem "classic" Earth culture (doo-wop music, still-life paintings of fruit, true love), recording 1950s-style dates for the vuvv to watch in a pay-per-minute format seems like a brilliant idea. But it’s hard for Adam and Chloe to sell true love when they hate each other more with every passing episode. Soon enough, Adam must decide how far he’s willing to go — and what he’s willing to sacrifice — to give the vuvv what they want.

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M. T. Anderson is the author of Feed, winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize; the National Book Award–winning The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume I: The Pox Party and its sequel, The Kingdom on the Waves, both New York Times bestsellers and Michael L. Printz Honor Books; Symphony for the City of the Dead: Dmitri Shostakovich and the Siege of Leningrad; and many other books for children and young adults. He lives near Boston, Massachusetts.

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A Small Town
Under the Stars
 
Under the stars, a small town prepares for night. It is almost eleven o’clock. Down in the boxy houses, ­people are settling in for bed. Car headlights crawl through the tiny streets. The bright streetlamps on the ­town’s main drag illuminate empty parking. The businesses are closed for the day. The hills are dark.
   All of this is seen by two teens up on some ledge, on a road called Lovers’ Lane.
   They’re parked in a fifties fin car and “necking.” She’s in a tight sweater; he’s in a Varsity jacket. The view over their town, the place they grew up, makes them sentimental, and they grind together over the gearshift. “Gee, Brenda,” says the boy.
    All of this is seen by the creature in the bushes.
   Stems of some kind of terrestrial growth block his ­goggle-­eyed vision. He sweeps the branches away with a claw. He observes the two hairy snacks writhing in their metal box and wonders what their mashing together could mean. His breath is loud. With an unsteady lunge, he moves forward. Branches snap. He is on the pavement. He is beside the car.
   All of this is seen by hundreds of teens, watching in horror.
   Boyfriends and girlfriends squeal and lean into each other. ­Couples grin. They’re parked in fifties fin cars and “necking.” The movie screen above the field of parked cars is reflected in their windshields.
   Of course, when the interstellar invasion came, it looked nothing like that.
 
A Small Town
at the Foot of the Rendering Sails
 
There is no full night in our town because the rendering sails of the vuvv stretch high into the air and glow with a dull yellow light. My girlfriend Chloe and I are lying on the grass next to the school gym, watching the sails up in the sky ­ripple in some ­invisible electromagnetic tide.
   Gazing upward together, we hold hands and I say, “It’s so beautiful.” I think for a minute and then say, “Like your hair. Blowing.”
   “Adam,” she says, “that’s a ­really nice thing to say.”
   “Yeah,” I agree, and I tilt my head so it’s leaning on her shoulder. “Gee, Chloe,” I say, and turn to kiss her cheek.
 
As it happens, Chloe and I hate each other. Still, my head is next to hers, which I would gladly, at this point, twist off with my bare hands.
All of this is seen by hundreds of vuvv, paying per minute.
 
The Landing Site:
A Statue of Glass Pillars
in Wrigley Field,
Chicago, Illinois
 
I’ve never been to see the Vuvv First Landing Site. We all saw the landing on television when it happened, though, and for a school project in eighth grade I drew the monument that was built there on Wrigley Field. I used colored pencils and copied the picture off a cheap hologram bookmark. It was one of the first times I tried hard to draw clear glass. When I look at my drawing now, I can see a lot of the mistakes I made in getting the reflections and distortions right. The pillars look bent just because I ­didn’t know how to do perspective well yet.
   We were all surprised when the vuvv landed the first time. They’d been watching us since the 1940s, and we’d seen them occasionally, but we had all imagined them differently. They weren’t slender and delicate, and they weren’t humanoid at all. They looked more like granite coffee tables: squat, wide, and rocky. We were just glad they weren’t invading. We ­couldn’t believe our luck when they offered us their tech and invited us to be part of their Interspecies ­Co-­Prosperity Alliance. They announced that they could end all work forever and cure all disease, so of course, the leaders of the world all rushed to sign up.
   For a year or so after the first landing, one of their ships hovered above Wrigley Field to mark the spot where they first greeted us. Now the ­ship’s gone, and there are luxury condos floating there instead. Everyone complains, because they block the sun, which was supposed to fall on the glass columns of the Vuvv First Landing Monument.
   A few years ago, some guy in cargo pants was caught tipping over one of the monument’s pillars. At first, everyone thought he was doing it as an ­anti-­vuvv protest. Later, it turned out he was just a douche.

Dettagli dell'edizione

• Editore: Candlewick
• Data di pubblicazione: 2017
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 0763687898
• ISBN 13: 9780763687892
• Rilegatura: Copertina rigida
• Numero di pagine: 160
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