More metaphors

by jenniferlbryce

Here are some more metaphors and phrases I’ve discovered in my reading:

Leaning forward into Bastien’s breath Alan Hollinghurst: The Sparsholt Affair, p.121
The soft jolt of happiness Alan Hollinghurst: The Sparsholt Affair, p.179
The moment … to act moved stiflingly closer Alan Hollinghurst: The Sparsholt Affair, p.222
Later in the night, spooned into Suzy’s back Richard Flanagan: First Person, p.43
His gaze skidding around the room Richard Flanagan: First Person, p.128
Describing musical improvisation: to cast off from the notated shores Virginia Lloyd: Girls at the Piano, p.160
That springtime fragment of a boy’s youth Michael Ondaatje: Warlight p.44
Expressionless as royalty Michael Ondaatje: Warlight p.86
The howl of a train Michael Ondaatje: Warlight p.230
My maths was rusting up Ian McEwan: Enduring Love p.76
Astonishment loosens the hinge of her jaw Ian McEwan: Enduring Love p.83
You are in love, at a point where pride and apprehension scuffle within you Julian Barnes: A History of the World in 10 ½ Chapters p.238
History just burps, and we taste again that raw-onion sandwich it swallowed centuries ago Julian Barnes: A History of the World in 10 ½ Chapters p.241
He was dying, just a whisper of himself. Germaine Greer on the death of Harry Hooton, cited in Elizabeth Kleinhenz: Germaine, p.75
Brooding like a storm Toni Jordan: The Fragments, p.20
An underlying spine of melody Toni Jordan: The Fragments, p.203

It’s been a while since I’ve added some favourite ‘metaphors’ (or great descriptions) to this section. Lately I’ve been very busy with a writing class but have read some great books, so here are some more metaphors/ descriptions that I’d like to share:

Pale amniotic light Simon Mawer: The Glass Room, p. 400
His gaze slid away Ian McEwan: The Children Act, p.160
The whole landscape is holding its breath Helen Garner: True Stories, p.95
The house hunches itself in the deepening dark Helen Garner: True Stories, p.97
A shadow of betrayal Jane Harper: The Lost Man, p. 178
Brutal heat Jane Harper: The Lost Man, p.323
Dead Hector: I spread the linen sheet gently over his poor ruined face and tiptoed away, leaving him alone under the indifferent stars. Pat Barker: The Silence of the Girls, p.227
After Achilles’ death: the great roar of absence Pat Barker: The Silence of the Girls, p.308
The cicadas stitch their song into the day Carrie Tiffany: Exploded View, p.167
I felt a rope of fear uncoil in my stomach Esi Edugyan: Washington Black, p.70
His face vacant as a freshly washed plate Esi Edugyan: Washington Black, p.387
He changed his clothes and grunted off to his shed Jen Hutchison: Motherling, p. 28
An unmoving clotted silence Stanislaw Lem: Solaris, p.188
As quiet as cancer Adam Roberts: The Snow, p. 1
A big 600 page thudder of a book Adam Roberts: The Snow, p. 202
Sheep dog my thoughts back into their pen Adam Roberts: The Snow, p. 227
Amplified silence Adam Roberts: The Snow, p. 234