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Summary
Bestselling Norwegian mystery author Jo Nesbø enters the world of children's books with Doctor Proctor's Fart Powder, the first book in this very funny middle-grade series. Filled with magic, wit, and bathroom humor, Doctor Proctor will keep boys and girls laughing until the end.
Eleven-year-old Nilly is new to the neighborhood, but he is quick to make friends: Doctor Proctor, an eccentric professor who invents wacky potions and powders; and brainy Lisa, who is always teased by the twin terrors Truls and Trym. All is good farty fun when Nilly and Lisa help Doctor Proctor develop his latest invention, a powder that makes you fart. The powder makes Nilly and Lisa VERY popular at school when they sell it for 50 cents a bag. (And they get revenge on Truls and Trym by giving them an extra-strength dose of fart powder that shoots them up into a tree!)
But when Doctor Proctor creates an industrial-strength version that can send people to outer space, the kids must go to great lengths to protect the invention and keep it out of the hands of their neighbors, who want to use the powder for evil purposes.
In the spirit of Roald Dahl and Lemony Snicket, Doctor Proctor offers a winning combination of humor, adventure, and absurdity that kids (of all ages) will love--proving that Jo Nesbø can keep you on the edge of the seat and make your sides split in equal measure.
Author Notes
Jo Nesbø is the most successful Norwegian author of all time. He has sold more than 19 million books, which are published in forty-seven different languages globally, and he is widely recognized as one of Europe's foremost crime writers. The author of crime fiction and short stories, the Doctor Proctor adventures are his first children's books.
Mike Lowery is an illustrator and fine artist whose work has been seen in galleries and publications internationally. Mike is the illustrator of Moo Hoo and Ribbit Rabbit by Candace Ryan; The Gingerbread Man Loose in the School by Laura Murray; and the Doctor Proctor's Fart Powder novels by Jo Nesbø. Currently he is a professor of illustration at the Savannah College of Art and Design in Atlanta, Georgia, where he lives with a lovely German frau, Katrin, and his super genius daughter, Allister. Visit him at MikeLowery.com.
Reviews (5)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Provocative title aside, Norwegian author Nesbo's children's book debut is a sweet, silly, and often amusing tale. A very small boy named Nilly moves to Oslo, Norway, where he quickly meets the titular mad scientist, who has accidentally invented two fart powders. One provides classic flatulence (albeit without the odor), while the other leads to flatulence so strong that it can propel children hundreds of feet into the air. As Nilly and his new friend Lisa help market the invention, they find themselves at the mercy of twin bullies Truls and Trym and their corrupt father. The over-the-top story eventually ties in the toughest prison in Norway and a vicious sewer anaconda, but Nesbo writes with an appropriately silly tone to justify these twists. The goofiness does eventually wear thin, but Nilly's oversize tall tales, Lisa's common sense, and Proctor's insane inventions should charm younger readers, even those who might be disappointed that the book isn't quite as gross as the title implies. Final art not seen by PW. Ages 8-12. (Dec.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Horn Book Review
Nilly's family moves next door to Dr. Proctor, an eccentric professor who invents a fart powder capable of sending people into space. But when Nilly discovers a plot to steal the powder, he and his friend Lisa must act to protect the professor and his invention. Striking a good balance between wit and absurdity, the text echoes the bizarre and hilarious world of Roald Dahl. (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
A popular Norwegian writer of crime stories offers his first children's book. After Nilly moves to a new house, he makes friends with a young neighbor, Lisa, as well as an eccentric inventor, Dr. Proctor, who shows the kids his amazing powder that causes loud gaseous explosions (minus the accompanying odor). The inventor's experiments lead to an even more powerful powder that propels Nilly to outer space and back. Dr. Proctor hopes to sell this version to NASA, but a dishonest rich guy tries to steal the powder, aided by his none-too-bright sons. Things become even more complicated after Nilly lands in jail and an anaconda that lives in Oslo's sewer system takes on the bad guys. In a final comic scene, the Norwegian army uses the powder for an Independence Day salute. Nesbo tells his fantastical story in a matter-of-fact, deadpan style, and Lowery's simple illustrations match the dry, comedic tone well. The title promises young readers a story with a bang, and it delivers.--Morning, Todd Copyright 2010 Booklist
School Library Journal Review
Gr 3-7-Nilly may be short in stature, but he looms large when it comes to confidence. When he moves in next door to Lisa, who just lost her best friend, the twosome become curious about an older gentleman living nearby. Soon they befriend Doctor Proctor who spends his time trying to come up with a blockbuster invention that will enable him to win the heart of his lost love in Paris. When the doctor shows Nilly and Lisa his fart powder, they realize the potential for sales to other kids. Two troll brothers, however, have other ideas as does their evil and greedy father. Soon there's a bungled burglary, then Nilly and the professor are locked in an escape-proof prison cell, and there's a giant anaconda in the Oslo sewers. Nesbo's blend of hyperbole and predictability will grab kids, thanks to a superbly timed and nuanced narration by William Dufris. VERDICT This is a smart and funny tale that kids will really enjoy.-John R. Clark, Hartland Public Library, ME © Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Kirkus Review
In this well-knit crossover debut for young audiences, a popular Norwegian author crafts an airy farce from elements both familiar and offbeatfrom new friends with wildly disparate personalities afflicted by big but really stupid bullies (with a father to match) to an eccentric inventor and encounters with a giant anaconda in the sewers of Oslo. No sooner do shy Lisa and her brash, pint-sized new neighbor Nilly (William) bond than they also hook up with lonely Doctor Proctorcreator of a marvelous powder that produces massive, britches-busting bursts of (odorless) intestinal gas. Nesb takes this promising MacGuffin in directions more comical than gross, having his two young protagonists use the powder in clever ways to foil hulking nemeses Truls and Trym, escape the aforementioned anaconda and ultimately even provide festive explosions for the grand Norwegian Independence Day celebration. Readers will have blasts of their own cheering on the sturdy protagonists. Lowery's childlike line drawings are too sparse to have a noticeable effect on this rib-tickling tale. (Fiction. 10-12) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Excerpts
Excerpts
The First Powder Test "I'M DOCTOR PROCTOR," the professor said at last. His accent was guttural, making his voice sound like a badly oiled lawnmower. "I'm a crazy professor. Well, almost, anyway." He laughed a hearty, snorting sort of laugh and started watering his unmowed lawn with a green watering can. Nilly, who was never one to say no to an interesting conversation, set down his trumpet, ran down his front steps and over to the fence, and asked, "And just what makes you so sure that you're almost crazy, Mr. Proctor?" " Doctor Proctor. Did you ever hear of a professor trying to invent a powder to prevent hay fever but ending up inventing a farting powder instead? No, I didn't think so. Quite a failure … and pretty outrageous, isn't it?" "Well, it depends," Nilly said, hopping up to sit on the fence. "What does your farting powder do? Does it keep people from farting?" The professor laughed even louder. "Ah, if only it did. I could probably have found someone to buy my powder, then," he said. Suddenly he stopped watering the grass and stroked his chin, lost in thought. "You're on to something there, Nilly. If I'd made the powder so it kept people from farting, then people could take it before going to parties or funerals. After all, there are lots of occasions when farting is inappropriate. I hadn't thought of that." He dropped the watering can in the grass and hurried off toward his little blue house. "Interesting," he mumbled. "Maybe I can just reverse the formula and create a non-fart powder." "Wait!" Nilly yelled. "Wait, Doctor Proctor." Nilly jumped down from the fence, tumbling into the tall grass, and when he got up again, he couldn't see the professor--just his blue house and a side staircase that led down to an open cellar door. Nilly ran to the door as fast as his short legs could carry him. It was dark inside, but he could hear clattering and banging. Nilly knocked hard on the door frame. "Come in!" the professor yelled from inside. Nilly walked into the dimly lit cellar. He could vaguely make out an old, dismantled motorcycle with a sidecar by one wall. And a shelf with various Mickey Mouse figurines and a mason jar full of a light green powder, with a label in big letters that read DR. PROCTOR'S LIGHT GREEN POWDER! And underneath, in slightly smaller letters: "A bright idea that may make the world a little more fun." "Is this the fart powder?" Nilly asked. "No, it's just a phosphorescent powder that makes you glow," said Doctor Proctor from somewhere in the darkness. "A rather unsuccessful invention." Then the professor emerged from the darkness with a lit flashlight in one hand and a snorkel mask in the other. "Wear this for safety during the experiment. I've reversed the process so that everything goes backward. Shut the door and watch out. Everything is connected to the light switch." Nilly put on the face mask and pulled the door shut. "Thanks," the professor said, flipping the light switch. The light came on, and a bunch of iron pipes that ran back and forth between a bunch of barrels, tanks, tubing, funnels, test tubes, and glass containers started trembling and groaning and rumbling and sputtering. "Remember to duck if you hear a bang!" Doctor Proctor shouted over the noise. The glass containers had started simmering and boiling and smoking. "Okay!" Nilly yelled, and right then there was a bang. The bang was so loud that Nilly felt like earwax was being pressed into his head while at the same time his eyes were being pressed out. The light went off and it was pitch-black. And totally silent. Nilly found the flashlight on the floor and shone it on the professor, who was lying on his stomach with his hands over his head. Nilly tried to say something, but when he couldn't hear his own voice, he realized he had gone deaf. He stuck his right index finger into his left ear and twisted it around. Then he tried talking again. Now he could just barely hear something far away, as if there were a layer of elephant snail slime covering his eardrum. "That was the loudest thing I've ever heard!" he screamed. "Eureka!" Doctor Proctor yelled, leaping up, brushing off his coat, and pulling off the glasses that Nilly now realized weren't swim goggles but motorcycle goggles. The professor's whole face was coated in blackish gray powder except for two white rings where his goggles had been. Then he dashed over to one of the test tubes and poured the contents into a glass container with a strainer on top. "Look!" Doctor Proctor exclaimed. Nilly saw that there was a fine, light blue powder left in the strainer. The professor stuck a teaspoon into the powder and then into his mouth. "Mmm," he said. "No change in the flavor." Then he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Nilly could see the professor's face slowly turning red underneath the black soot. "What are you doing?" Nilly asked. "I'm trying to fart," the professor hissed through his clenched teeth. "And it's not working. Isn't it great?" He smiled as he tried one more time. But as we all know, it's very hard to smile and fart at the same time, so Doctor Proctor gave up. "Finally I've invented something that can be used for something," he said, smiling. "An anti-fart powder." "Can I try?" Nilly asked, nodding toward the strainer. "You?" the professor asked, looking at Nilly. The professor raised one bushy eyebrow and lowered the other bushy eyebrow so that Nilly could tell he didn't like the idea. "I've tested anti-fart powder before," Nilly quickly added. "Oh really?" the professor asked. "Where?" "In Prague," Nilly said. "Really? How did it go?" the professor asked. "Fine," Nilly replied, "but I farted." "Good," the professor said. "What's good?" Nilly asked. "That you farted. That means there isn't anything that prevents farting yet." He passed the spoon to Nilly. "Go ahead. Take it." Nilly filled the spoon and swallowed a mouthful. "Well?" the professor asked. "Just a minute," Nilly mumbled with his mouth full of powder. "It sure is dry." "Try this," the professor said, holding out a bottle. Nilly put the bottle to his lips and washed the powder down. "Whoa, that's good," Nilly said, looking in vain for a label on the bottle. "What is this?" "Doctor Proctor's pear soda," the professor said. "Mostly water and sugar with a little dash of wormwood, elephant snail slime, and carbonation…. Is something wrong?" The professor looked worriedly at Nilly, who had suddenly started coughing violently. "No, no," said Nilly, his eyes tearing up. "It's just that I didn't think elephant snails really existed …" Bang! Nilly looked up, frightened. The bang wasn't as loud as the first one that made him deaf for a minute, but this time Nilly had felt a strong tug on the seat of his pants and the cellar door had blown open. "Oh no!" Doctor Proctor said, hiding his face in his hands. "What was that?" Nilly asked. "You farrrrrrted!" the professor yelled. "That was a fart?" Nilly whispered. "If it was, that's the loudest fart I've ever heard." "It must be the pear soda," the professor said. "I should have known the mixture could be explosive." Nilly started filling the spoon with more powder, but Doctor Proctor stopped him. "I'm sorry, this isn't appropriate for children," he said. "Sure it is," Nilly said. "All kids like to fart." "That's absurd," Doctor Proctor said. "Farts smell bad." "But these farts don't smell," Nilly said. The professor sniffed loudly. "Mmm," he said. "Interesting, they don't smell." "Do you know what this invention could be used for?" Nilly asked. "No," Doctor Proctor said, which was the truth. "Do you?" "Yes," Nilly said triumphantly. He crossed his arms and looked up at Doctor Proctor. "I do." And that was the beginning of what would become Doctor Proctor's Fart Powder. But now Nilly's mother was standing on the steps, yelling that he had to hurry because this was his first day at his new school. And that's what the next chapter is about. © 2007 H. Aschehoug Excerpted from Doctor Proctor's Fart Powder by Jo Nesbø All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
