This Newbery Honor book by award-winning, bestselling author Nancy Farmer is being reissued in paperback!
The year is 2194, and Tendai, Rita, and Kuda are the children of Zimbabwe's wealthy and powerful chief of security. They've escaped from their father's estate to explore the dangerous city of Harareand promptly disappear. Their parents call in the Ear, the Eye, and the Arm, detectives whose exposure to nuclear waste has given them special powers. Together they must save the children from the evils of the past, the technology of the future, and criminals with plans much more sinister than anyone could have imagined.
|Product dimensions:||5.34(w) x 8.54(h) x 0.82(d)|
|Age Range:||11 - 14 Years|
About the Author
Before becoming a writer, Nancy Farmer lived in Africa, and her work there included monitoring water weeds in Mozambique and helping to control tsetse flies in Zimbabwe. Since then, she has earned a host of prestigious awards for her writing, including three Newbery Honors for THE EAR, THE EYE AND THE ARM; A GIRL NAMED DISASTER; and THE HOUSE OF THE SCORPION. She lives in Menlo Park, California, with her husband. Visit her online at www.nancyfarmerwebsite.com.
Hometown:Menlo Park, California
Date of Birth:July 9, 1941
Place of Birth:Phoenix, Arizona
Education:B.A., Reed College, 1963
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Someone was standing by his bed, a person completely unlike anyone Tendai had ever met. In the predawn light his features were unclear. He was simply a presence of darker blue than the sky behind him. But there was about him a scent of woody smoke and new leaves and the honey of far-off, unseen flowers. The presence pointed at Tendai and said, "You!"
The boy woke up at once. The first rays of dawn were sliding over the garden wall, and the window was empty. What a strange dream, thought Tendai. He pulled the sheet over his head as he tried to remember it better. The image faded away, leaving a strange sense that something important was about to happen. His ancestors must have felt this way before a big hunt.
Tendai imagined them lying on the warm earth of their huts, feeling it tremble with destiny. Their shields and spears lay ready by the door. Not like me, he thought. He snuggled into a soft bed in one of the finest mansions in Zimbabwe. Around the house were a large garden and a wall studded with searchlights and alarms. The automatic Doberman growled as it made a last tour of the lawn before retiring to its kennel.
Any tremble of destiny would have had to struggle through the concrete foundations of the house. It would have had to work through inlaid wooden floors and thick carpets, to creep up the grand staircase to the second floor. Only a whisper could have found its way to his waiting ear.
Yet find him it did.
He heard the robot gardeners clipping the grass along a walk. Hoopoes called from jacaranda trees, but a microchip went on with a far better selection of birdsong. It was certainly beautiful, but Tendai felt a pang of regret at not being able to hear the real birds. The mynah – a living creature smuggled in by the Mellower – stirred in its cage. "Mangwanani," it said. "Have you slept well?"
Kuda, Tendai's little brother, sat up and answered, "I have done so if you have done so."
The mynah paid no attention to this polite reply. "Mangawani! Mangawani!" it shrieked, rattling the door of its cage.
Kuda hopped out of bed and released the bird. It fluttered to a table and snapped up a crust of bread from last night's supper. Tendai could hear the crumbs showering over his books. He pulled the covers more tightly around his ears to keep in the light, happy feeling of excitement.
A house robor purred as it went from door to door with tea. It entered and placed two steaming cups on the table. The mynah squawked as it was pushed aside. "Good morning," said the robot. "It's September second, 2194. The time is six-fifteen A.M. Breakfast is at seven. Be on time if you know what's good for you."
"Go away," muttered Kuda as he blew on the hot tea.
"Anyone who oversleeps is a big fat booboo head," retorted the robot as it glided out.
"Rita programmed it to say that," Tendai said as he threw back the covers.
"I know. Well, are you going to ask him?" Kuda swung his short legs off the edge of his chair.
"I'm not promising anything."
"You're a wimp."
Tendai didn't bother to argue. Kuda didn't know how difficult it was to ask Father anything. That duty fell on the eldest brother. Besides, when Kuda got an idea in his head, it took an earthquake to dislodge it. "I had the funniest dream this morning," Tendai began.
"The mynah just knocked over your tea," Kuda remarked. Tendai grabbed a towel and cleaned up the mess. Then he quickly took a shower and dressed in his Scout uniform. Breakfast was at seven, not a minute earlier or later.
The two brothers stood outside the dining room door, where they were joined by Rita. She was also in a Scout uniform. A hundred years before, Boy and Girl Scouts had belonged to different organizations, but now they were lumped together. Father approved of them because they taught the virtues most revered by the people of Zimbabwe: loyalty, bravery, courteousness and reverence for Mwari, the supreme god.
Kuda had no Scout uniform because he was only four. He did his best with a sand-colored shirt and a pair of shorts. "Breakfast!" chimed the door as it swung open. The children trooped in. They lined up in order with Tendai, age thirteen, first and Rita, eleven, second. Tendai was secretly embarrassed that he and Rita were the same height. Kuda was last.
Mother smiled at them from her chair. She looked cool and elegant in her long white dress. She toyed with a slice of cantaloupe on a blue plate.
"All present and accounted for," said Father. "Rita, stop slouching." The children stood as tall as they could manage as their father marched from his great chair at the head of the table. He wore a general's uniform with gold braid on his massive shoulders. His chest was covered with medals. Since it was breakfast and he was home and it was a warm day, he left his cap on a hat rack.
"Shirttail out, Kuda. Five push-ups for you. Rita, pull in your stomach. You are not a watermelon. Tendai-" Father stopped, and Tendai felt sweat prickle on his forehead. He loved his father, but sometimes he wished he wasn't so – so military. He suspected Father would like to have Mother at the end of the line, tall and perfectly groomed. But even Father could hardly order her to do push-ups if he detected a loose thread.
"Tendai passes inspection," said Father, and he stalked back to his chair. Tendai relaxed, not letting it show. Passing inspection was as close as Father ever got to praise. Perhaps he could ask the question after all.
They were allowed to sit down, but things began to go wrong at once. The maid robot spooned porrideg on the tablecloth. She had to be sent to the kitchen for readjustment. The butler took over the serving. He wouldn't give Rita extra sugar, and she sulked. The holophone trotted up to Father's chair and clamored until he answered it.
A report began to feed in: pictures of fire engines and ambulances flashed across the screen. Tendai watched idly because he had nothing better to do. The Masks, the only ganag remaining after Father's war on crime, had set off a bomb in a shopping center. Bodies were taken out of the smoking ruins. Statistics rattled across the bottom of the screen. Tendai turned away. It was all remote, of no interest.
"Accursed Masks!" shouted Father at the holophone. "Get me the police chief!" The phone bobbed and dialed. Father and the police chief made plans while the omelets on everyone's plates got cold.
Of course no one thought of eating until Father was ready. He was an elder and head of the family.
"Lizard eggs," muttered Rita, poking at her omelet.
"Don’t start," Tendai said in a low voice.
"Chickens are descended from reptiles. I read it in a book."
"Nasty old cold lizard eggs."
"Is something wrong?" thundered Father from the head of the table.
"No," said Tendai, Rita and Kuda all together.
"Everything's delicious," added Rita. "Especially the eggs."
"Is it too much to ask," shouted Father, "when I'm trying to protect ten million citizens from packs of hyenas that want to tear down our civilization, is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet at the breakfast table" He slammed the receiver down. The holophone whimpered and cowered against a wall.
Everyone ate in silence. Tendai had a mental picture of his father lining up everyone in the city. "Ten push-ups for you, twenty for you," he would growl as he inspected a line of ten million people. Tendai had to clench his jaws to keep from laughing.
"What's this?" said Father as the butler robot placed a rack of dry toast by his plate.
"No butter until your blood pressure goes down. Doctor's orders," the butler said.
"I hate dry toast." But Father piled it with blackberry jam and ate it anyway.
Tendai listened to the birdsong in the garden. He couldn't ask about the Scout trip now. They were going to spend another long, boring day locked up in the house. All because Father was afraid they would get kidnapped.
"It's time for the Mellower," said Mother in her gentle voice. Everyone looked up, even Father, although he pretended he was only checking the time. The butler robot cleared away the dishes. They sat expectantly, watching the door.
"He's late," said Mother.
"He's always late," said Father.
Tendai felt a disloyal twinge of pleasure. The Mellower was the one person Father couldn't organize. The Mellower had smudges on his shoes. Buttons dropped off his shirt and were forgotten. His lunches lasted three hours, and he made paper airplanes of the homework he was supposed to supervise. Tendai, Rita and Kuda often covered up for him.
"I'll send the butler after him," sighed Mother.
"If he were one of my soldiers, I'd order him to do fifty push-ups," Father said. "No, a hundred."
The sprinklers in the garden switched on; the odor of wet dust drifted through the window. It made Tendai think of the storms that blew out of the Indian Ocean. He thought of the faces of his ancestors turned toward the sky. They smiled as the rain opened the earth. They sang praises to Mwari, whose voice is thunder, and to mhondoro, the spirit of the land—
"Wake up," whispered Rita, kicking him under the table. Tendai straightened just as Father looked at his end of the table.
"It can't be seven-thirty," came the Mellower's voice from down the hall. "I'm sure I set the alarm. Oh, dear, I'm such a bad boy." He hurried through the door and brushed a mop of blond hair from his pale forehead.
"What wonderful, patient people you are!" he cried. "I'm so lucky to be here. When I tell the other Priase Singers I work for the great General Amadeus Matsika, they're so jealous they could spit!" And before Father could react, the mellower launched into his Praise.
Tendai had heard Praise Singing described many ways. It was an ancient custom meant to call forth the powers of the seen and unseen worlds. It was music. It was poetry. But most of all, it was medicine for the soul. Some Mellowers were public and had offices. Many worked for hospitals, but a few were attached to great houses like the Matsikas'. They stood at the breakfast table and recounted the glories and strengths of each family member.
- "Today this place is full of noise and happiness.
The guiding spirit of the General stands over us Like a great tree: let all who are afraid Take shelter under his mighty shadow!"
Tendai noticed he was starting out with traditional poetry. The Mellower compared Father to a victorious bull in a green field, to the lion that represented Father's totem.
Then he changed to modern speech and described some of Father's actual victories. He recounted how Father rescued the President when Gondwannan terrorists attacked her house, how she made him Chief of Security for the Land of Zimbabwe. He pictured the long, bitter struggle against the gangs. As the Mellower talked, the lines on Father's face relaxed. His eyes became distant and dreamy.
Tendai thought the change was amazing. As the cares and irritations dropped away, General Matsika became the father Tendai wished he really had.
Then the Mellower spoke of Mother's chemistry discoveries and her position as a professor at the University. Mother's eyes shone with pleasure. He praised Rita for winning a National Science Prize. He expressed happiness over her plumpness, which showed promise of great beauty. The peevishness in Rita's face melted away.
Kuda, said the Praise Singer, spoke as clearly as a child twice his age. Nor did he have childish fears. Kuda was brave, a little elephant whose tusks were itching for battle, like the great General himself. Kuda scowled fearsomely, as though enemies were present right in the room.
Now a struggle began as the Mellower turned to Tendai. The man always saved him for last because, Tendai suspected, he sensed the resistance. Tendai didn't like the power Praise had over him. Of course he trusted the Mellower. No one else paid him as much attention. If the truth were known, he liked the man as much as his own father, but sometimes—often, actually—he had trouble remembering exactly what the Mellower had said. Afterward there was a period when he felt sleepy and a little foolish. And so he fought to keep from being entranced.
Most of the time he won.
Tendai listened coldly to a description of his swimming prizes and the badges he won in the Scouts. He wavered a little when the Mellower talked about how he rescued Rita from a boating accident. Then the man reverted to the traditional style of Praise Singing:
- "He goes forth to explore, as his ancestors once Followed rivers to new lands, as they stood on hills,
Their spirits bold as lightning—"
Tendai was lost. Or perhaps it was a lingering effect of the dream he had that morning. He was surrounded by the scent of wood smoke mixed with distant honeyed flowers. He was following a trail. The pugmarks of a lion preceded him like flowers printed in the dust. It waited for him on a rise not far away and shook its glorious mane. Follow me, it whispered.
Tendai woke up. He couldn't tell how long he'd been hypnotized. Everyone sat around the table with contented smiles. Microchip birds sang sweetly from the garden.
"Mmmm," sighed Mother, stretching her arms before her. Rita yawned and prodded Kuda.
"No push-ups for you," rumbled Father. The Mellower bowed politely and withdrew. Very slowly, the room came back to life. To Tendai, it was like walking underwater.
Father lounged in his great chair with his large feet stuck out before him. He nodded benevolently at the family. Now was the time to ask about the trip, but the same torpor that had overtaken Father also affected Tendai. He knew he ought to speak, but it was so uncomfortable to go back to the beautiful vision he had seen during Praise.
The holophone rang. "Library," ordered Father, rising from his chair. The holophone skittered in front of him as he strode down a passage. The library door closed, and Tendai's opportunity was lost.
"Where does the time go?" cried Mother as the ancestor clock in the hall announced that it was eight-thirty. She gathered up her lecture notes and, somewhat distractedly, called the children together. "Do your lessons well—remember, the martial arts instructor is coming at nine. Tell the Mellower I've programmed the pantry to provide a nutritious lunch, and this time he is to see that you actually eat it." She looked sharply at Rita. "Kuda, you may not tease the automatic Doberman. Its chain is almost worn through—bad boy! Tendai, I expect you to be responsible for the others." Then, because the stretch limo was already humming on the antigrav pad, she patted them fondly and ran out the door.
Tendai, Rita and Kuda waved as the limo flew off toward the University. "Oh bore," said Rita. "The martial arts instructor's already here."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The Ear, The Eye and The Arm By: Nancy Farmer. Set in twenty-second century Zimbabwe, Farmer¿s sci-fi creation accurately mixes futuristic fantasy with African culture and tradition. The coming together of these elements makes for a truly exciting adventure that stirs both the mind, and heart. It begins with three privileged children thirteen-year-old Tendai, his younger sister Rita, and Kuda, their pre-school brother. All live sheltered lives, far, far away from the dangers of the outside world that their pugnacious, and choleric father, General Matsika, is dedicated to fighting. In their home, of robots and ideal conditions, the children learn much about language, diplomacy, and military strategy, but virtually nothing about ordinary survival skills. Even the notorious ¿Masks¿, a terrorist group, are but a name to the naive children. Frustrated by their naiveté existence, the children attempt a cross-city trip that will fulfill their adventures desires, as well as for their long-awaited scouting merit badge in exploring. Little do they know that their unchaperoned escapade will be the chance their fathers many enemies have been waiting for. The Ear, The Eye and The Arm by: Nancy Farmer¿s novel is rich in setting, chalk-full of lovely, and imaginative characters, and has a plot that will keep you guessing. It was a wonderful read, and anyone who has the chance to read it, will most likely feel the same way I do. I recommend it to all people who love Farmer¿s works, or people who enjoy reading sci-fi mystery books. I give it 5 stars.
Nancy Farmer must have been a genius to write this book. It's storyline is great, the plot is perhaps one of the best, and added to that, the characters have depth. You want a book that'll keep you glued to your seat? This is the one for you.
When I first got this book I thougt it was going to suck, but when I started reading it, it got better and better. I never thought a book could be this good! It was full of adventure, suspense, and action. This book had a great storyline. If you like non-fiction future books with a twist, then you have to buy this book immediatly!
This was one of the most wonderful books i have ever read! Enchanting storyline, beautifully written...The Ear, The Eye and The Arm is beyond fantastic.
I saw Andrea the ice skater's review. You gotta be kidding me. The book already explains like 3/4 of the words in the glossary if you were paying attention. You don't need to know all the words anyway. I think it's cool how the detectives have powers and how it's in the future.
Three children, Tendai, Rita and Kuda set out on a journy to earn an explores badge for scots, but in the market the are kid-napped! Their parents hire detectives to help find the children, the spirts of the past and the technoligy of the future, what is in store for Tendai Rita and Kuda? I gave this book four stars because it was a real page turner just after the first few chapters I was stuck in the book. The reason I didn't give it five stars was because I thought the end could have used a little more detail in how the lives of the children changed from being cooped up in a house all day (because General Matsika, their dad is worried they would be kid-napped) to going to a puplic school. There should have been more detail also in the relationship between the detectives and other people they had met on the adventure. The only other thing I thought wasn't good was the point that there wasn't enough rejoycing at the end when the family is reunited after not seeing each other for a year. Other wise this book was well wriiten, and I would recomend it to gr.7-gr.10, it is a great book for all ages, it's sensitive, entertaining, and intensive. I love the way the author really catches the mood in her writting, making it as if you were there! This book is well wriiten and well pu together,if you like books you'll love this one!!
I think this book is one of the greatest science fiction books ever written. It tells the story of the three Matsika children, Tendai, Rita and Kuda, who go on a trip to earn a badge dispite their parents orders. The family 'Mellower' hypnotizes the father to get bus tickets and such for them. After being deceived by a genetically engeneired blue monkey, they are kidnapped by the evil She-elephant. They are forced to live in the Dead Man's Vlei, a toxic dump where they mine plastic for their captor. The Matsika parents call The Ear, Eye and Arm Detective agency, where 3 men named Ear, Eye and Arm use their endowments to do their job. Ear has gigantic retractable ears, Eye has huge all-pupil eyes with 360 degree vision, and Arm has long limbs with slightly sticky tips. They track the children, but are always one step behind them. The children manage to escape the Vlei, but end up in a replica of an old African village called Resthaven. They are accused of being witches after a young girl gives birth to twins, which are considered evil. They are permitted to leave, against the tradition that after Resthaven accepts you, you never leave. They then get into more trouble as they find the Mellowers mother. She treats them as guests, but is secretly holding them for ransom. At a tea party, the she-elephant kidnapps them once again. This time she takes them to the Masks, one of the last surviving gangs. They prepare to sacrifice them to be messengers to their gods. Read the book to find out what the end result is!!
My mom read this to us when we were kids and I remember liking it so much that I picked it up again. It's definitely for young adults, but still a good read.
The Ear, the Eye, and the Arm was a interesting book. I first tried to read it when I was in grade 6, but couldn't get past the first page. I tried in grade 7 again, determinded that I was going to read that book. The second time around I actually finished the book. I was quite surprised by the book. It was an odd book about 3 spys and some children but when I finished the book, I was sort of satisfied. It's not one of those kinds of books that I could read again but I give it 2 stars.
This was recommended to me based on my love of Nnedi Okorafor's writing, as The Ear, the Eye and the Arm is a similar fantasy tale set in Africa. While not quite as good as Okorafor, this is a fantastic book. The fantasy fits nicely into the world Farmer has created and the characters are all vivid. What I especially liked was that even through the ridiculousness that goes on throughout the novel, you don't feel like it's crazy because it just works so perfectly in that world. Having only read one other Framer book, I was deeply impressed by The Ear, the Eye and the Arm, as it was nothing like The House of the Scorpion (which I also liked), and it was so much better. I may have to try some of her other books in the future. I liked the idea of these three kids trying to do what's right, getting caught up in things they don't understand, only to have what's right actually slip through the cracks and happen anyway (at least in most cases). And as for The Ear, the Eye and the Arm themselves? They are some of the funniest and cleverest adult characters I've read in a fantasy novel in a long time.
This book is very well written and unique. The characters are all interesting and the world - though tough - is intriguing. The repeated miseries and out-of-the-frying-pan-and-into-the-fire situations that the three kids face made for rather grim reading and I was impatient throughout the book for them to make it to safety.
I've read a lot of science fiction and fantasy and a lot of children's literature over the years. This book is going onto my list of all-time favorites. I've often longed for a sff book that featured black protagonists who were not just background, or sidekicks, or stereotypes, or symbolic of an ideal, etc. The protagonists in this book are children with both faults and admirable qualities--just what I've been looking for---and adults who have the same blend of good and bad, childishness and maturity, that makes them real enough to engage with. The characters, though reasonably realistic, still have a larger than life appeal that makes for great fantasy fiction. The fantasy elements were integral, not just patched into the story to give it the flavor of otherness. I especially loved the curious blend of high tech science fiction elements and what I believe to be fantastical elements rooted in real African traditional beliefs. Best of all, the writing is of great quality. The author understands how to plot, how to choose words carefully, and how to create characters with whom the readers will want to go on this journey.In short, the novel is fantastic.
If you haven't kept up with children's books over the last couple decades, you may have missed a terrific author. Nancy Farmer's books have covered topics such as cloning, long-term effects of pollutants, social progress and culture change. In The ear, the eye and the arm, she takes us to Zimbambwe in the year 2194, when General Matsika, chief of security, suddenly finds that his three children went on an Explorer Scout adventure alone into the city center and were kidnapped. The kidnappers distracted them with an illegal blue mutant monkey--then chloroformed them. The three detectives hired to find the children are called Ear, Arm and Eye, because of their unique skills. Arm has extremely long arms and legs and he can sense emotions as well as having premonitions; Ear has extremely sensitive hearing; and Eye, of course, can see the fleas on an eagle. Their mothers lived in a village near a nuclear reactor which leaked plutonium into their water. The story gives us a tour of the huge city of Harare, from the busy market to the toxic waste dump where the poorest, slaves, mine for plastic and then on to a small traditionally African country contained within Harare, completely cut off from technology, medicine and the laws. The children are nearly rescued by the detectives time and time again, but there is a conspiracy, some African black magic, and a fine dinner at the top of the highest building in Harare before the great ruckus brings it all to a satisfying end. Be sure to take special note of the excellent Shona word shooper. We don't have an English equivalent: it means to say the one thing calculated to keep an argument going (or get it started). Some of you, I'm sure, know someone who is an inveterate shooperer, like Tendai's sister Rita, or you immediately think of that blatant shooperism, such as "Just what do you mean by that?"
In the future, Zimbabwe has very poor people, and very rich people. The children of a general are kidnapped. Three mutant detectives search for them.
This is like 4 books in one. The first is the story of three kids, living a sheltered and rather boring life, who set off on a series of adventures. The second is a sci-fi look at what life might be like in a future Africa, with robots and mutants and mile high buildings. The third is a mystery with three unusual detectives searching for some kidnapped children. And the last book is a examination of what happens when modern people try to return to a traditionally tribal way of life. How much you enjoy this book seems to depend on how much you like any or all of those kinds of stories.We read this for book club, and I enjoyed it more than anyone else. Some of the other readers admitted that they weren't fans of science fiction, or that they had a hard time imagining that kind of future world. But I guess I was caught up in the adventure of the story and didn't worry too much about how it all worked together. It just sort of worked, for me. I really liked Tendai, the oldest of the three kids whose trip to the city sets off the whole chain of events. I admit that it was a bit much to believe that they just continued from one set of adventures to the next, falling into the wrong hands at every turn, and somehow managing to escape. But I didn't care much. I liked it anyway. I liked that we got to see how Tendai grew from an insecure, serious boy who only wants to please his father into someone who cares about his brother and sister, who wants to protect them, and isn't afraid to save himself.I would recommend this one. Yes, there's a lot going on, but it seems like you either like it or you don't, and it's hard to predict which it's going to be. I wouldn't have picked it up at all if it hadn't been for book club, and I really enjoyed it. 4 stars
A very refreshing different kind of book.
The book is a fantasy adventure involving three siblings who leave their sheltered life and take off in the year 2194 in Zimbabwe to earn scout badges. Their adventure into the city finds them lost in an area of the city that has been devastated by chemical contamination. Their desperate parents hire three detectives with mystical powers to locate the lost children. Technological advances have created genetic blue monkeys that can talk, halophones, flying buses, housekeeping and pet robots, nirvana guns that induce sleep and much more. The story has many themes and different characters in each new setting which becomes rather complex; However, the story flows like a detective story with the reader following clues and predicting outcomes. The flow is consistent enough to keep the reader intrigued without being lost in the multiple scenarios the children encounter.Good read for middle school age children.
This is a wonderful story made even more rich with Nancy Farmers vivid descriptions. It's beautifully written, and the originallity of the story makes it a refreshing addition to any library. While it's apparently geared toward children (middle grade to teen), the complexity of the story coupled with Nancy Farmer's wonderful storytelling, will captivate adults as well.
Nancy Farmer is very cool. All of her books are completely different, but I love them all. This is a wonderful coming of age story set in Zimbabwe in the near future. It reads very much like a traditional folk tale or fairy tale. Enjoyable and thoughtful.
Every page is a new adventure and new thought come to your mind as you finish each paragraph. You learn many things and feel the pain and get to care for each character. Fabulous book by Nancy Farmer.