Word: metaphorizes
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...central metaphor of Cockpit is a bicycle wheel that the narrator remembers playing with as a child. He would run along behind it, pushing it forward and controlling its path with a wooden stick: so, as an adult, he manipulates the lives of people he encounters...
...simple and unrhetorical in his description, inflicting no heavy judgements on the reader. Gifford's unease with civilization never, through Hough's style, becomes condemnation; it can at most be the natural sum of the man's observations. There is nothing intemperate about Hough's writing, and his metaphor is artless. A phrase like "fleecy globs" is used once to characterize autopsied brains, later morning smoke-clouds in Boston...
...thrust of the novel appears to be a modern attempt at D.H. Lawrence's St. Mawr--the good versus evil, wildness versus civilization animal as metaphor for our darker, more ancient selves kind of struggle. It's all lost in the movie. Jaws flows along the course of a lot of films adapted from hooks--to shallower waters. Brody is a piece of white bread. Robert Scheider's portrayal of a keeper of the peace is about as inspiring an Andy of Mayberry. There's nothing wise or animal about Robert Shaw's Quint. What you get is the perennial...
Jaws is almost like a latent dream. While the observer may not consciously realize it, the film offers a metaphor for aggression. It plays out violent tendencies willed but suppressed by the spectator. The relief that meets the end of each shark attack does not just come with the certainty of death, it also marks the relaxation following a thorough purge. Sort of like an easy feeling of release you'd get if you told off the bastard who just fired you. Earthquake had a similiar man-on-the street life gamble element to it but it played on violence...
There is both a monstrous willfulness and a monstrous absurdity to the whole affair. But no amount of contemporary psychology can controvert the evidence that here, in all its banality and glory, was a true love story. Kitty (in the metaphor of her biographer) was a magic bucket in a fairy tale. When Parnell died, she went empty. The sometime spell that had changed her from a Victorian housewife into a femme fatale was broken. All too soon she lost her powers, her odd beauty, and from time to time her sanity. After World War I she ended up back...