“A yellow convertible stopped. A girl leaned out the passenger window and snapped several photographs. She looked at me and laughed, then the convertible sped away, the wind blowing the girl’s blond hair straight up like a flame.”
-Sarai Walker
The Simile Museum
Tag: Novel
June 3, 2017
“She moved all the time, cutting up her life into bits like food for a child, stopping by once or twice a year to sleep on the couch.”
– Gabe Habash
May 28, 2017
“On the tarmac at Heathrow the plane full of people waited silently to be taken into the air. The air hostess stood in the aisle and mimed with her props as the recording played. We were strapped into our seats, a field of strangers, in a silence like the silence of a congregation while the liturgy is read.”
-Rachel Cusk
May 8, 2017
“He was wearing a shiny, oversize dark-brown suit. His hair was shaved close to his head and he had a nose that hung from his face like a door off its hinges.”
-Hannah Tinti
May 2, 2017
“Jane rises. A stiff rustle from the carnation sprigs. She leans over the king’s chair and taps the back of his hand: briskly, as if she were testing a cheese.”
-Hilary Mantel
April 23, 2017
“Monsieur Chabot was longing to smoke, but he didn’t dare ask if he might. Nor had he the courage to look at his son. All he did, therefore, was stand still and keep quiet, and he looked the picture of embarrassment, like an indigent patient in a fashionable doctor’s waiting room.”
-Georges Simenon
April 3, 2017
“Work keys jangling like sleigh bells, the Court officers march into the chambers like a two-by-two wagonless team of crew-cut Clydesdales harnessed together by a love of God and country.”
-Paul Beatty
March 22, 2017
“When they pulled up to the house, she followed her father, who insisted on carrying her suitcase, to the front door. She stepped inside after him and suddenly stopped. The house felt different, smelled different even, as if it were a living organism whose basic chemistry had changed.”
-Brit Bennett
March 5, 2017
“Jackson doesn’t participate in these conversations. Either he genuinely has nothing to say about the current state and future of his country, the entire world; or he doesn’t want to express his opinions. I get the feeling Jackson is like a train on a single track–one of those airport monorails. He goes around and around, the doors opening and closing, people he doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know getting in and getting out.”
-Melanie Finn
The Simile Museum 