TV advice that takes you on vacation In the fall, the long-awaited continuation of author Maja Lunda and illustrator Lisa Aisatos’ mega-success “Snøsøsteren” from 201.
TV advice that takes you on vacation
In the fall, the long-awaited sequel to the megasussess of author Maja Lunda and illustrator Lisa Aisatos “Snøsøsteren” from 2018 will arrive.
In “Solvokteren” we meet Lilja. The sun disappeared when she was little, and she grows up in a gray world without seasons. But the author behind “The Bienes Story”, “The Blue” and “The Przewalski Horse” denies that the book borrows themes from the “klimakvartetten”.
DUO: It quickly clicked, then author Maja Lunde and illustrator Lisa Aisato started working together. – We often drop some of the ball in the process so that the illustrations and the text complement each other well,” says Aisato. Photo: Oda Berby / Kagge Forlag Show more
“Solvokteren” is a fable, and time and seasons are central themes. Whether you want to read it as climabok depends on the reader. We see the book as a dedication to spring, plants and everything that grows,” says Maja Lunde for Novine.
Work
She has been dealing with the idea behind the book for several years. The same applies to the two upcoming books in the planned “årstidskvartetten”. He can already tell that summer is the theme of book number three.
– These are stories that I wanted to tell for a long time, but it was not clear to me what form it should take, before I started working with Lisa.
The collaboration resulted in a very special arbeidsrytme.
Maja gives me the synopsis, and then I start sketching. The characters often come first, followed by the world they live in. Then you type the story of Maya, and I draw after each chapter is finished,” says Lisa Aisato for Novine.
Lost her husband Sadness and joy
“Snøsøsteren” are generally referred to as children’s books. However, it deals with serious topics such as death, grief and illness. These two don’t think of their books as children’s books,” says Lunde.
– Adults and children can read them just as easily. By the way, children are also concerned with the big questions of life, both the bad and the good, and they deserve books that take them seriously.
Death, grief and illness are unfortunately something that children can also experience and relate to, or maybe they think it’s interesting to get an insight into, Aisato.
He believes that there is room for both small and large stories.
“I think it’s exciting to explore and visualize both sadness and joy, which I deal with when working with Maya’s texts. She writes about universal themes that affect centuries, but also national borders.
Share his father’s story: – Shameful – Dramatic
Lunde also worked on the fourth book of klimakvartetten. But then the corona pandemic hit Norway, it stopped completely.
I came out of skrivesperren typing, weird. But I wrote differently than before, a kind of diary about the time when the pandemic hit us, because now I’m working on literature. The result is “First Days” coming this fall.
In “Solvokteren” Aisato plays with colors and nature even more than in “Snøsøsteren”.
In this book, I could suddenly do one chapter in blue and shades of gray and the next chapter in little yellows and greens. It is rain, wind, light and darkness, humidity, cold and unbearable heat. There are flowers, moss, buds, forests, flames, stone and water. Nature is always present and very close to you. There is also a lot of drama in this book, so it is also visually dramatic at times.
In 2019, Atlantic Puffin told Dagbladet newspaper that she only gave him one private flight a year. There will be nothing this year. The Puffin Family will be on tour in Norway.
Aisato, for their part, stays at home with the Whales.
I have to work a little, and then we will surely enjoy the nature around us. This spring I drew nature more than I experienced it, summer should be a change, so the plan is to look up.
Read excerpts from “Solvokteren” here
Ever since I could remember, I dreamed that something would happen that could change everything. For something to change, in my life, and in the world, for everything to be better. The biggest dream I had, second to not being an orphan, was to gain experience in the spring.
“Can you tell us about the seasons?” I asked my grandfather once by the bedside, when I was very small. “Can you tell me about summer, autumn and winter? And about spring?”
That same day I heard some of the big guys in the market talk about how time was really divided in a year, and that year was divided into four parts, which we called seasons. And fortunately, grandfather would say. He talked about the summer, which gave a lush carpet and bright nights in June, July and August. In autumn, September and October, which was the richest time of the year, where the fields were full of oats and wheat and grønsakbedene bugnet. He told me about the rhymes that passed smoothly over our city in November and about the winter’s thick layers of snow that covered everything ugly and gray through the dark months of December, January and February. He talked about spring, the best season, when the whole world wakes up from winter sleep and nature changes so quickly, about the months of March, April and May, about the bursting of seeds, about the trees that are leaves, and about the svarttrosten that appeared and sang his long, beautiful trills. And then he told about the sun. A glowing ball of fire in the sky, moving from east to west, disappeared during the night and returned the next morning. It was the one that managed to grow everything from nothing in the spring. It was he who allowed the landscape to burst with life during the summer, before retreating during the winter. While he was playing hide-and-seek with us, grandfather said, he was paler and colder, he almost completely disappeared and succumbed to the frost. And then the next spring he came back, just as strong and powerful as before.
Ours, I thought, who might live to spring! The one who could gain the experience that something has actually changed, that the world is the same, always.
“And I saw the sun?” I asked my grandfather. “I knew, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Lilja,” he said. “Yes, you have it.”
grandfather often spoke slowly. He was always so tired and tired after work, that’s probably why. Or because he was sad, impenetrably sad for all that we had lost. He moved slowly and cautiously, as if he were walking through a meadow of nettles, an endless meadow from which he would never escape.
“It was the first year you lived, the sun was here,” he said.
“I remember,” I said. “I think I remember.”
“But you were so little?”
“Dots on the nose, right?”
“You could call it a kind of tingling, yes,” he said.
“But then disappeared?”
“Yes. When you were a year old, you disappeared. The sun disappeared and never came back.”
He is so sad for me. Then he leaned forward and raised his hands. And for a moment he was so close to me that I thought he was going to hug me. Now put out your arms, I thought, now put them around me and hold me. I got a lump in my throat, because I so desperately wanted to be hugged strongly, safely, hug me like parents and grandparents to watch children and grandchildren stand by them and love them, and I wondered how it would feel, if his stubble stuck, even if it was very hot and long.
But nothing happened. Grandpa just sat, didn’t extend his hands, didn’t lean closer. The only thing he did was raise one hand so far and take my hand somewhat awkwardly. I could feel it slightly through your sweater.
I swallowed the lump in her throat.
Grandfather and I were not the type to hug.
And he did nothing. It went quite well.
Admittedly, I was named after the tall, soleskende lilijeblomsten, but I should probably warm to something else, named after the small, rare skyggeplante. Some plants can, in fact, do with very little light and care, and I was one of those plants.
Grandpa stood up and certainly wasn’t going to say anything more. He approached the fireplace and lay down on the kubbe. It is so heavy and sad. Poor grandpa, I thought, who is so tired, working all day alone in the greenhouse and doesn’t want to put anyone else in it. But I didn’t say anything. It seemed easier to let go.
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