Lamps as luminous fruits
I would love to find this street where the lamps are like luminous fruits bursting with knowledge. You would only...
Maps for all comers
I wonder if such a mecca of maps exists? A map for all seasons, all reasons. Maps for thieves to...
Silence seated with a finger to its lips
A sinister silence this, not an absence of sound, but an agent in its own right.
'The silence sat down...
Dancing light, rippling reflections
Having occasionally lain in bed practically hypnotised by the dappling and dancing of light bouncing from water up to ceiling,...
A well of terror
In this convincing tale of a urban lions, Hoban manages to capture the grip of fear, both as a serpent...
The taste of colour
This is one of two metaphors I found in Hoban's book which mix two senses. Here visual overload leaves a...
Voices like the smell of cooking
You can hear the insistent but indefinite sound of speech penetrating the flimsy walls of a badly built tenement like...
Hello for the first time and goodbye for the last
This beautiful, gentle woman provides a haven to one of the protagonists. A father finding himself, a son finding his...
Thick with time
This conjures for me a heat-shimmering visibility to the normally invisible air, providing a sense of density that you can...
Of sleepy lighthouses
Dwarfed by daylight, the lighthouse is a nocturnal creature like an owl, and so might similarly nod off to sleep...
Lumps of knowledge
In Hoban's book, a boy has adulthood thrust upon him after being abandoned by his father. I loved this astonishing...
The aha moment with a twist
What a meaty way to convey a moment of sudden comprehension or insight, as when you have had a piece...
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