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The News Where You Are

Awards: Edgar Allen Poe Award Nominee, For Best Paperback Original

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Catherine O'FlynnCatherine O'Flynn

Catherine O'Flynn's is the author of The News Where You Are and What Was Lost, which won the Costa First Novel Award in 2007, was short-listed for The Guardian First Book Award, and was long-listed for the Booker Prize and the Orange Prize. She lives in Birmingham, England.

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Edgar Allen Poe Award Nominee, For Best Paperback Original

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April 2009

He gave up any pretense of jogging now and walked slowly along the lane, following in the wake of an empty crisp packet blown along the tarmac. Without its example he wasn't sure he'd have the will to move forward.

His steps were heavy and the elasticized cuffs of his tracksuit made his wrists itch. He looked at the loose flesh on the back of his hand pinched by the bright red polyester and found the contrast grotesque.

Mikey had let him down again. Finally he understood that Mikey would never do it.

The sky had darkened as he walked along and now the first fat drops of rain splattered on the road around him. Phil nodded his head. Rain was all that had been missing.

He heard a car approaching. Its passing force would whip the crisp packet away and he didn't know what he'd follow then. The driver was making the most of the straight country lane and picking up speed. Phil moved slightly closer to the hedgerow on his left. He knew he cut a pitiful figure— an old rain- soaked man dressed head to toe in Nike. Jimmy bloody Savile.

The car was getting closer now and as it did it veered slightly toward Phil's side of the lane. Phil smiled blandly in its direction—force of habit. As it drew down upon him, he realized that the driver wasn't going to swerve away. In the last few seconds, the sky's reflection on the windscreen vanished, and Phil saw the familiar face behind the wheel, white with fear and running with tears.

Six Months Later

Frank's daughter sat in the front passenger seat humming the same tune over and over. The notes spiraled upwards and then abruptly plummeted, before starting the ascent again. Frank drove toward the city.

"What's the tune, Mo?" asked Frank. "It's a song by the Beatles. It's a man asking questions about when he gets old." "What? "When I'm Sixty-four'?" "Yeah. That's it . . . Dad, do you want to know something?" "Erm, yes, please." "When I'm sixty-four, I'll be eight times older than I am

now. Eight times eight is sixty-four." "That's true." She looked out of the window. "Eight hundred percent!" She shook her head in amazement and began to hum again. Frank frowned. "But "When I'm Sixty-four' doesn't sound anything like that." Mo beamed. "I know! I invented a new tune. It's better." "Oh, okay." Frank paused. "It's very different to the original.

Are the words the same?" "I don't know, I'm just humming." "I know, but in your head are the words the same?" "No. They're better too. He wants to know will there be robots,

and will his cat be able to talk and will his car fl y." "It's quite a strange tune." "It's how he thinks music will sound when he's old." "Oh, I see, future music. That explains it."

Mo hummed another few bars and then, to Frank's relief, stopped.



"Do you think Gran ever listens to music?"

"Not future music. I don't think so."

"No. I mean any music."

"Yes, I'm sure she does sometimes. She has a radio in her room."

"I know, but it's all covered in dust. She should listen to music. I think it would make her less sad. She could listen to stuff she remembered when she was young."

Frank said nothing.

"Maybe I could take her some old music and she could listen to it on my headphones."

Frank glanced at Mo. "Sometimes old music makes people sad. It reminds them of the past and things that have gone."

"Oh," said Mo.

Frank reached across and squeezed her hand. Mo spent a lot of time trying to think of ways to make his mother less unhappy. It was a project for her.

"Are we going a different way to the supermarket?"

"I want to show you something first."


Frank put the radio on and they listened to a comedy program. Mo laughed when Frank laughed.

He parked at a meter in a back street and then walked with Mo down to the busy ring road. A pedestrian bridge spanned the six lanes of traffic and Mo and Frank climbed the zigzagging concrete steps to the top. Halfway across they stopped. Frank bent down toward Mo so she could hear him above the roar of the traffic. Her hair blew into his face.

"Remember I told you about my dad."

"That he had a dog!" said Mo excitedly.

"Yeah, that's right. He had a dog when he was a boy. But do you remember what I said my dad's job was?"

"Yes. He was an architect. He made buildings."

"Can you see that block over there? The tall one with the dark glass."

"Yeah. I can see it."

"That's called Worcester House. My dad designed that building."

"Did he live in it?"

"No, he didn't live in it. We lived in a house. He made this for people to work in."

"How many floors has it got?"


"Are there escalators?"

"No, there are two lifts."

"Can we go up in them?"

"No, I'm sorry. We can't go in the building now."

"Can we go and look at it?"

"That's where we're going."

Mo ran across the rest of the bridge and then waited for Frank to catch up. The building was a little farther away than it seemed from the bridge, tucked amid a cluster of other blocks, converted town houses and car parks. Worcester House was a classic mid-period Douglas H. Allcroft and Partners creation. Built in 1971, it was an uncompromising, thuggish-looking block, clad in precast concrete panels and devoid of all exterior decoration. Despite its height it appeared squat and defensive, occupying a large plot on the corner of Carlton Street and Newman Row, glowering down on the few Georgian blocks still remaining in the center.

As they drew closer to it at street level, Mo noticed the white boards all around the outside of the building:

"Why are the boards there, Dad?"

"They're there to protect people when they demolish the building."

Mo stopped walking. "They're demolishing it?"

Frank nodded. "That's why I brought you today; it'll be gone soon."

"But why are they knocking it down? Is it broken?"

"No, it's not broken; it's fine. It's just . . . they don't need it anymore."

"But, Dad, loads of people could work here. Or they could use it to put homeless people in—that'd be better than sleeping on the streets. They could sleep under desks and go up and down in the lift s."

"They want to build new homes in the city now—apartments for the people who work here— and this building isn't right for homes. Dad didn't build it for that, and so they say it has to be taken down and started again."

Mo thought for a while. "Does that happen to all buildings? Do they all get knocked down?"

"Some stay for a long time. Like Aston Hall. But lots don't. It's a bit like clothes. You know, you wouldn't wear the clothes Mom and I used to wear—they'd seem really uncool to you— and sometimes that happens with buildings. People just don't like them anymore; they aren't fashionable."

Frank realized that unfashionable wasn't quite adequate. People did not feel about his father's buildings the way they felt about marble-washed denim or ski pants. They might smile ruefully and shake their heads about their own lapses in taste, but not those imposed on their city. Aside from the family home he built in Edgbaston, only two of the eight buildings his father had created in the city remained. In a few weeks there would be only one.

Mo was squinting at the building, counting the windows. When she'd finished, she turned back to Frank. "But, Dad, sometimes things come back into fashion. Like Mom always says, the clothes in the shops now are the same as twenty years ago. Maybe if they waited this building would be in fashion again."

Frank nodded. "Maybe. People don't always agree, though. A few of us thought it should be saved, but others didn't and . . . well, they won in the end."

"I don't think this building is uncool."

Frank got out his camera. "Anyway, I want to take a photo of you and the building behind you. So however many different buildings come and go you'll always know this building was here, and that you and I stood on this spot and talked about it one morning."

Mo wouldn't smile for the photo. She said it was for when she was grown-up and serious. Afterward she said, "Dad, are you sad that it's going to be demolished?"

Frank looked up at the top floor of the building and remembered looking out from there as a boy. "Yes, I am."

Mo held his hand. She looked at the other buildings in the street. Worcester House was the only one surrounded by boards. "Me too."

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