Thursday, October 13, 2005

Pest Control

I've been reading Pest Control by Bill Fitzhugh.

Here are some metaphors and similes from the book:

The subway bum was as twisted as a door knob.

The refrigerator shuttered noticeably every time the compressor needed to rest.

He had jet black hair that he plowed through with a wide-toothed comb which left furrows wide enough to plant anything but an idea.

The executive's desk was so large you could slaughter an animal on it.

Sy fumigated the room with cigar smoke.

It hit me like the end of a date with Mike Tyson.

He killed his glass of tequila.

He picked up his bag from the spastically rotating conveyor.

He was tough as goat knees and had freon in his veins.

It was harder then opening an oyster with a wet bus ticket.

Great writing, great images.