"As that word left a greasy trail through his skull, he saw her."
— Hermione Hoby
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
New York
Publisher
Catapult
Date
2018
Metaphor
"As that word left a greasy trail through his skull, he saw her."
Metaphor in Context
Today was the book's anniversary. Anniversary. As though it were a marriage, or a war. They were reissuing it, a fancy copy, with four mini-essays of introduction from people his editor had referred to, without shame, as "boldface names." He'd refused a tour, citing fear of flying, which was true, and no one had fought him on it. He, in turn, fought no one on the "boldface names." It was money, it was attention, it was a dubious eflorescence of online articles larded with the term millenials.
As that word left a greasy trail through his skull, he saw her. The name was absent for a moment, just the arrest of her sharp pale face and its white-blond hair. Staring straight out, very still, erect and attentive while the people either side of and behind her were bustling and gossiping, fanning themselves, swigging from water bottles, leaning across one another.
(pp. 182-3)
As that word left a greasy trail through his skull, he saw her. The name was absent for a moment, just the arrest of her sharp pale face and its white-blond hair. Staring straight out, very still, erect and attentive while the people either side of and behind her were bustling and gossiping, fanning themselves, swigging from water bottles, leaning across one another.
(pp. 182-3)
Categories
Provenance
Virginia Festival of the Book reading (Charlottesville, March 23, 2018)
Citation
Hermione Hoby, (New York: Catapult, 2018).
Date of Entry
03/24/2018
