Alex and the Amazing Time Machine


Alex Trumble is a pretty ordinary kid—except for the fact that his IQ borders on genius, and he loves to read books on vortexes and time travel. But when two angry hit men kidnap his big brother Steven, Alex’s life changes fast. Inventing a time machine (using an iPod, mirrors, duct tape, and a laser pointer) is only half the battle. With the help of the time-bending Dingus, Alex and his best friend Todd must travel back in time to collect clues, outwit the bad guys, and race against the clock to save ...

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Alex Trumble is a pretty ordinary kid—except for the fact that his IQ borders on genius, and he loves to read books on vortexes and time travel. But when two angry hit men kidnap his big brother Steven, Alex’s life changes fast. Inventing a time machine (using an iPod, mirrors, duct tape, and a laser pointer) is only half the battle. With the help of the time-bending Dingus, Alex and his best friend Todd must travel back in time to collect clues, outwit the bad guys, and race against the clock to save his family from total oblivion.

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“A rollicking ride through twisty time with a brainy new hero we need to meet again. Great fun.” —Robert Lipsyte, bestselling author of The Contender

“In his first novel for children, Cohen sets the stage for a rollicking time-travel adventure.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Readers who like their protagonists to have all the answers . . . will enjoy finding an expert in Alex.” —BCCB


Children's Literature - Vicki Foote
Alex manages to build a time machine, maneuver back and forth in time, solve mysteries, and still be back in fifth grade with his friend, Todd. Alex is known for his unusual ideas and spends much of his time reading old books. His family thinks he is a genius because he helps his father pick stocks and helps his older brother, Steven, figure out the winners of basketball games. Alex is especially interested in time travel and learns more from a teacher, Dr. Shaprut, who exchanges information with him through e-mail. While searching for a mysterious time travel book in the library, Alex is confronted by two men, Davy and Carl, who think that Alex has the device they need to travel in time. Alex gets away, but all this leads to more puzzling events and adventures concerning the kidnapping of Alex's brother, the building of the time machine, traveling in time and manipulating events. With the help of his friend Todd, Alex is able to save his brother and his dog, helps the rest of his family, and gets rid of Davy and Carl. This chapter book with its continuous twists and turns should keep the interest of readers who enjoy science fiction. Reviewer: Vicki Foote
School Library Journal
Gr 4–6—Ten-year-old Alex Trumble loves to learn about new ideas through old books, and he frequently contemplates time travel. After two men nearly kidnap him and successfully nab his older brother, Alex builds a time-travel machine to go back in time and foil the villains. He uses equations he finds in an old book at the public library, mirrors, a laser pointer, his iPod, and an acceleration device put together by a street mechanic named Psycho. Alex's first endeavor sends his dog back to prehistoric times, which Alex and his friend Todd discover during their class trip to the Field Museum. Alex returns home and sends himself back in time to the day before Stephen was kidnapped; Todd follows him, and a lively narrative describes their efforts to change the outcome of events. The third-person narrator is revealed to be Alex's father, who is an aspiring author. Early chapters of this book are heavy with descriptions and ruminations about Alex and his life; the story becomes more engaging as the plot advances and characters develop with more action and dialogue. Pencil sketches provide breaks in the text. Science-fiction aficionados who are able to wrap their minds around the logistics of going back in time to alter the present and future may find this book intriguing.—Laura Scott, Farmington Community Library, MI
Kirkus Reviews
An enterprising young inventor goes to extraordinary lengths to rescue his kidnapped brother. With a little luck, some duct tape, mirrors, a laser pointer and an iPod, fifth-grader Alex Trumble is going to turn back the clock and save his brother, who seems to have literally disappeared into thin air along with his kidnappers. Fortunately, Alex is a genius obsessed with breaking the time barrier and seriously well read on the subject. His brother's kidnapping is the catalyst that propels Alex into action. Failure is not an option. In his first novel for children, Cohen sets the stage for a rollicking time-travel adventure, but in the end, much like Alex's first few attempts at building a time machine, the story falls flat. Though there are a few suspenseful moments, as when thugs Carl and Little Davy corner Alex and question him about the whereabouts of the "dingus," they are too few and far between. The third-person narration gets bogged down in the logistics of time travel and time-machine construction, leaving readers distanced from the fear and emotion that drive Alex. Additionally, in the absence of a ransom or a glimpse of his conditions in captivity, it's difficult for readers to work up a sense of urgency about Steven's kidnapping. This emotional disconnect makes Alex's adventure a little less than amazing. (Science fiction. 8-12)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250027290
  • Publisher: Square Fish
  • Publication date: 7/16/2013
  • Edition description: STRIPPABLE
  • Pages: 176
  • Sales rank: 654,973
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.49 (d)

Meet the Author

Rich Cohen

Rich Cohen is a four-time New York Times bestselling author for such books as Tough Jews and When I Stop Laughing, You’ll Know I’m Dead. He also writes for Rolling Stone and Vanity FairAlex and the Amazing Time Machine is his first book for young readers.


Rich Cohen is the author of Tough Jews, The Avengers, and Machers and Rockers, and the memoir Lake Effect. His work has appeared in The New Yorker and Vanity Fair, among many other publications, and he is a contributing editor to Rolling Stone. He lives in New York City.

Author biography courtesy of Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

Good To Know

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Cohen:

"I once had a job cleaning dead animals off the road after storms."

"I invented a whiffle-ball pitch still known in the Chicagoland areas as, ‘Cohen's rising sinker.'"

"I can't swim."

"I like the idea of scale-modeling, but have never actually done it. When I was a kid, I had a stamp collection, and a collection of hotel keys."

"I like to watch baseball and hockey, and don't know how anyone can watch golf. Though I like to play."

"I have two small children, and that uses up every bit of free time that might otherwise be used for hobby-ing. And that's fine with me."

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    1. Also Known As:
    2. Hometown:
      New York, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 30, 1968
    2. Place of Birth:
      Lake Forest, Illinois
    1. Education:
      B.A., Tulane University, 1990

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Alex and the Amazing Time Machine



When people ask Alex Trumble where he lives, he is always careful to tell them not just the number of the house and the name of the street and town, but also the date and the year: 1062 Bluff Road, Glencoe, Illinois, March 29, 2012.

"If you want to find me," he explains, "you need to know where I am, but also when I am."

The kids in Alex Trumble's school thought he was a little funny. Not ha-ha funny—though he was—but just sort of different. He spent a lot of time reading books, very old books filled with drawings and words few people could understand. He spoke of hiddendimensions and time warps. He did most of this talking with just one kid, his best friend, Todd Johnston.

Here's the funny part. With a kid like Alex, who is happy in a library, you expect his best friend to be another kid like Alex. There were not a lot of those, of course, but a few kids came close. Tommy Ryan, for example, who sat in the front row in math class with his hand raised. Or Debbie Bernstein, whose hair coiled like red springs. A founding member of the model rocket club, Debbie was famous for the voyage of Big Bertha, which carried six eggs into the stratosphere behind North School before parachuting into the sandbox next to the jungle gym.

Todd Johnston was nothing like that. He was big and sunny and always outside. In the summer, his hair got so blond it was white, and his knuckles were tanned and cracked. He was the best athlete at North, but not the sort of best athlete who is arrogant about it. He didn't think because he hit the softball over the fence fifteen times that year that he was better than anyone else. Maybe that's why he was such great friends with Alex. They were different, but they were also a lot alike—each in his own way was special, and each in his own way thought there was nothing very specialabout it. In fact, Alex was constantly troubled by fears of his own ordinariness. "When will I distinguish myself ?" he asked Todd.

"When you stop trying," his friend told him.

They were in fifth grade, which they agreed was the best grade so far. In kindergarten, they treat you like a baby, and you are a baby. In second grade, they treat you like a baby, but you're not a baby. You're something else. No one knows what for sure, but you are not a baby. You can cut and paste and glue, but you can also charm and trick and fool. Not a baby. In fifth grade, the assignments take shape, and the teacher talks in a clear, straightforward way.

Alex and Todd walked home together from school unless Todd had a practice or a game, which, to be honest, was a lot of the time. If Todd did have a practice or a game, Alex would sit in the bleachers taking notes. He often had ideas for plays or suggestions for ways Todd could improve his swing. Todd listened to these ideas, nodding. He knew Alex well enough to know that was just the kind of kid he was. Full of ideas, schemes, plots, and plans. He wanted to help.

On most days, they followed Vernon Road intotown, which consisted of a dozen streets on a hill above Lake Michigan.

Like a lot of average-seeming American towns, there was something strange about Glencoe. An odd, otherworldly energy crackled beneath the surface. And that's not even taking into consideration all the people on the outskirts who believed they'd been abducted by aliens. Every now and then, a kid would go to sleep in his bed in Glencoe and wake up in a house halfway across Cook County. Whenever this happened, people just figured the aliens had goofed, beamed someone up for examination, then accidentally returned them to the wrong house. It was not the kidnapping that bothered the locals so much as this sloppy inattention to detail.

When Alex and Todd got beyond the last sidewalk, they hopped a fence and cut across backyards, a private world of ponds and gardens that could be followed, without touching cement, all the way to the beach. If Alex was with any other kid, his mother wouldn't let him walk home without an adult. But Alex was not with any other kid. Mrs. Trumble knew Todd would look out for her son and make sure he got home safely, no matter the obstacle.

The Trumbles' house, depending on your point of view, was either a wreck or wonderful. It had been a fancy mansion once, owned by a powerful businessman, a tycoon, but the tycoon had been involved in a scandal. He lost his money, and the house fell apart. It was a glorious ruin, a maze of sitting rooms, sunrooms, libraries, parlors, and secret passages. From the topfloors, you could see Lake Michigan crashing onto the rocks below.

The Trumbles were not wealthy. Mr. Trumble was a writer of books that few people read, but he wasn't sad about it. "Time is funny," he would say. "I could be writing the right stories, just writing them at the wrong time."

When Alex asked about this, Mr. Trumble would shrug and say, "Maybe I have a huge audience, and a lot of people love my books—they just don't know it yet."

"When will they know it?" asked Alex.

"Later," said Mr. Trumble. "A lot of things that don't make sense now will be clear later."

The house was like that, too. It was a mess in the present, but Alex's father was able to see what it would look like in the future, after it had been restored.

Mr. and Mrs. Trumble had bought the house for next to nothing. It was owned by the bank and had been empty for years. When Alex talked about the sad history of the house, his mother told him to forget about it. If he asked why, she said, "Because you can't do anything about the past."

Mrs. Trumble had short brown hair and big green eyes. She was a lawyer and worked in the city. She defended innocent people wrongly accused of terrible crimes. She often worked for free, because it was the right thing to do. Alex was proud to have a mother like that.

Todd and Alex came in the back door, threw down their bags, then went into the living room, where Steven Trumble, Alex's brother, was watching baseball on TV. Steven looked like Alex, only older, bigger. If you made a Silly Putty copy of Alex and stretched it, you would have Steven. He was mean, too, and cynical. He said things like "It takes a sucker." Or "If you are fooled, you are a fool."

Steven questioned Alex about the baseball season ahead.

"How do the Cubs look?"

"What do you think of the division?"

"How does the pitching stack up?"

All the Trumbles knew Alex was a genius, and they used his gift to their own ends. Alex's father used it to help him pick stocks in the newspaper. Nothing was certain, said Alex, but much could be guessed, so heguessed on stocks, and mostly he guessed right. Mr. Trumble felt guilty using his son this way, but he needed the money. Alex's brother used Alex's genius to figure out the winners of baseball and basketball games. That's how, each spring, Steven Trumble won the NCAA pool at school.

Even so, Steven found his brother annoying. Some of this was classic big-brother-little-brother stuff. The fact was, Steven had a vague memory of the world before Alex, when he had it all—the toys, the parents, everything—to himself. As far as Steven was concerned, Alex was now using up air, time, and love that really belonged to him.

Of course, none of this was said out loud. Maybe Steven didn't even know about it, not in a front-of-the-mind way. Instead, it was sublimated, which is a nice way of saying it was stepped on and covered up and squashed down until it popped out in all sorts of unexpected ways—the charley horse, the shoulder squeeze, the nasty remark: "I know you are, but what am I?" "That's so funny I forgot to laugh." "Shut up, doofus!"

What's more, Steven and Alex, though in someways a lot alike, had different interests. Steven, for example, was obsessed with sports. It was what he cared about more than anything. Alex loved sports, too, but he was also into books, ideas, made-up things, and schemes. He was a dreamer. Steven did not get this side of his brother at all. He often heard people call Alex clever, but he never understood what this cleverness amounted to: did it ever save a life, win a game, impress a girl? Whenever Alex walked into Steven's room to tell him about some new invention or idea—Alex never stopped trying—Steven would roll his eyes and say, "You should stick with baseball."

Worst of all was the way Alex seemed to feel about Steven's occasional scorn. He didn't care. When they were younger, in the heat of an argument, Steven once shouted, "I hate you, Alex." And the way Alex responded, well, it captured everything that drove Steven crazy: "That's okay—I love you enough for both of us."


The best part of the house was the turret, which was like a tower in a castle. It was fifty feet high, a needle of brick with windows scattered along a spiral staircase that went up and up. There was a big, round, glassed-inroom at the top from where you could see the lake clear to the horizon.

When the Trumbles moved into the house, an inspector from the town examined the turret. He took measurements and made notations before calling the structure "unsound" and putting a board over the entrance on the first floor. This did not stop Todd and Alex. Late one night, when the wind was blowing, they loosened the board with the claw end of a hammer and climbed the tower. It was shadowy and strange at the top. The windows rattled; the floorboards creaked; the room swayed like the deck of a ship.

The tower became their clubhouse. Alex had books up there, flashlights, sleeping bags, and a radio. The walls were covered with posters, pictures, and articles Alex had cut out of newspapers and magazines. If you were a detective, you'd be able to get a good sense of Alex just by studying the walls of this room.

There were stills from his favorite movies, Twelve Monkeys and Time Bandits. There were copies of his favorite books, The Outsiders and The Strange Life of Ivan Osokin. There were photographs of his favorite baseball players, but since most of them did not play for the Cubs, he had cut Cub uniforms out of thepaper and taped them over the pictures. Stephen Strasburg, Joe Mauer, Robinson Cano—in Alex Trumble's mind, they were all Cubs. There were pictures of animals, too. Not satisfied with the animals that existed, Alex cut and pasted the pictures into hybrids. There was an eagle with the body of a bear, a dingo with the claws of a lion, a giraffe with the head of a Tasmanian devil. Laughing at these, Todd said, "Dude, you're turning into a mad scientist!

Todd and Alex spent hours in the turret, talking about baseball, school, nothing at all, but, sooner or later, Alex always gave in to his obsession, the nature of time. "It's a real thing," he told Todd, lying back, staring at the ceiling, "just like the sidewalk from here to town is a real thing."

"Then where is it?" Todd asked.

"It's all around."

"So why can't I see it?"

"Why doesn't a fish see the water?" Alex said, sitting up. "Because he's in it. Hours, minutes, days. You're in them like a fish is in the water. It's where you live, and you don't even know it."


That night, Alex had a strange dream. Well, he had many strange dreams. In one, he was wearing a cape and flying low and fast over a city. In another, he was falling from a tower, falling and falling in a way that made it seem like he would never stop. But in the dream I'm thinking of, he was on solid ground in his best clothes, a jet-setter, traveling not from country to country but from age to age, from present to past.

He was a time traveler, sailing via a device of his own creation. It was made of a laser pointer and an iPod, and it opened a warp in space through which Alex could skip across time. He saw time tunnels and planets and good people and bad, his parents, of course, his dog, his best friend, his brother—something terrible was happening to his brother—but there were other people, too. He kept seeing two faces inparticular, but they were never clear enough to identify. These were men from the future, he could feel it, themselves part of a cosmic plot, a conspiracy Alex had gotten tangled in as you get tangled in the sheets just before dawn, when you can no longer tell the difference between what has happened, what will happen, and what you've only dreamed.

Henry Holt® is a registered trademark of Henry Holt and Company, LLC. Text copyright © 2012 by Rich Cohen Illustrations copyright © 2012 by Kelly Murphy All rights reserved.

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