"He felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, her eyes with a kind of cataract unseen but suspect far behind the pupils, the reddened pouting lips, the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting, and her flesh like white bacon."
Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
This week's quote definitely covers the category - weird.
I think it is a study in disturbing metaphors.
I mean which author would ever think:
I need to convey to the reader that she is pale, but how? Oh, I know, I'll compare her to bacon. Everybody loves bacon.
If his intent was to have me rereading the paragraph several times just to be sure I had got it right - then I guess he succeeded.
On a completely different subject:
Coming up on this blog:
Period dramas and music