Saturday, January 28th, 2012
The Time Time Stopped by Don Gillmor

His family’s recent move to a new city hasn’t been a happy one for Tristan Burberry. It has meant a new house, a new school, and new friends. Expect he has made any friends, unless you count Burt Lump, school bully and Tristan’s seat mate on the school bus, whose favourite words are, “I didn’t do it.”
Lured into moving with the promise of visits to the local zoo, Tristan soon discovers his parents are too busy settling into their new jobs to take him anywhere. In fact, they’re working late every day, and that includes Saturday and Sunday. By the time they get home, Tristan has gone to bed, so the only time he sees them are the few minutes between the time they run downstairs for toast and coffee and when they run out the door on their way to work.
His older sister Bella lives to go to the mall with her new friends Sarah and Boink. On weekends, when his parents aren’t at home, she’s expected to take him with her. Bella has made it clear that Tristan has to walk ten steps behind her and her friends, and not do anything that might embarrass them. Other than pausing to microwave the odd frozen dinner for him or take the TV remote away so she can turn to her channel, she doesn’t have time for her younger brother.
Burt Lump, the school bully, isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer but has a canny understanding of what’s really important. Burt decides to deputize Blueberry, as he calls Tristan. “You’re going to help me because if you don’t your going to get it. Got it?”
Burt’s idea is that they’ll change all the school clocks to read three-thirty so the teachers will dismiss their students early. Tristan’s assigned the job of stealing watches from those teachers who wear them so that they won’t be able to derail Burt’s plan.
Tristan tries to tell his parents that he’s having trouble with Burt Lump, but they only hear the words they want to.
“I’ve decided to become a bully,” Tristan said.
“Hmm,” his father said, still staring at the paper. “Good luck, sport.”
“I’ll probably beat up a few kids this morning. Take their lunch money. Maybe throw their hats onto the school roof.”
“That’s great, dear,” his mother said, punching in another number on her phone. “I knew you’d fit in.
So he starts to make stuff up, outrageous stuff, but it gets no more reaction than his very real problems.
“Why not steal the teacher’s car? I’ll steal it and then drive to Mexico.”
“Love Mexico!” his mother said, checking for messages on her phone.
“Maybe get a job as a bandito.”
“Hmm,” his father said.
“Rob some trains. Live the crazy life of El Bandito.”
“Gotta dash,” his mother and father said at the same time and they were suddenly gone.
Sitting behind a carefully repositioned trash can next to the sinks in the women’s washroom after having reached up and plucked his teacher’s wristwatch from the side of the sink while she washed her hands, Tristan realizes that Burt Lump isn’t the problem. His parents and Bella aren’t the problem. Time is his problem. He either has too much of it or not enough. Something explodes inside of him and he yells, I HATE TIME! I WISH IT WAS DEAD! I WANT IT TO END NOW. RIGHT…. NOW!”
Walking by the school at that precise instant is a tall, stooped man whom you might mistaken for a handyman of some sort. He is, in fact, the Time Keeper and he has been turning out time, those large hours for reading long books, the medium minutes for standing in front of the class not knowing the answer, and the short seconds when you wonder where the time has gone, since forever.
Lately, he has been hearing a lot of complaints about time, that there isn’t enough of it, or it drags on forever, and has wondered if anyone appreciates his work. When he hears Tristan’s shout, he goes home to the barn where he keeps his time-making machine and turns it off.
At first, people notice a strange absence, like a feeling of lethargy or a silence after an accustomed noise. Tristan’s teacher suddenly loses her focus and, when Burt points out that the clock says three-thirty, she dismisses the class. On his way home, Tristan notices traffic jams, odd gaps in the regular bus service, and people looking a little dazed.
Rather than running out the door for work the next morning, his parents hover in the kitchen, uncertain whether they are late for work or very early. Students don’t arrive for school, teachers are missing, and experts are admitting to TV analysts that they have no idea what’s happened to time. The only thing those experts seem sure of it that time has only stopped for humans. Animals seem unaffected by the crisis.
Worried that he has somehow caused the mess, Tristan decides to go out and bring back time. He starts by going to the zoo by bus, hoping to learn something from the animals. He finds nothing there that helps to explain the mystery, but Bella, who has returned home from the mall because the stores have forgotten to open, realizes that her brother is missing and sets out to find him.
By the time they find each other, the buses have stopped running altogether and Tristan and Bella are stranded at the zoo. They start walking home but get lost, and take shelter for the night in a large barn. It is not until the next morning that they realize that barn houses the biggest machine they’ve ever seen, the very machine the Time Keeper uses to make time. When the Time Keeper’s assistant tells Tristan that his boss has quit, the boy knows he has to find and persuade him to start keeping time again. Unfortunately, the Time Keeper has been kidnapped by the Time Bandits, a gang of thugs led by a nasty piece of work who calls himself the Thief of Time and who plans to sell time to those who can afford it.
Written by the wonderful Don Gillmor, author of such classic Canadian picture storybooks as Yuck, a Love Story, The Time Time Stopped is a tale about a boy whose frustration with parents who don’t have time to listen leads to the stopping of time itself, and his efforts to get it started again. Told with Gillmor’s signature humour and sense of the absurd, this book also has some very wise things to say about time and humans’ attitudes towards it. A splendid book for readers from Grade 4!
FernFolio Editor









