He tossed the book on my desk. “Write more stuff like that. It’s hilarious. Fantastic.”
Hmmm… Never heard of him. I’ll read it.
I read it. There was a word in there that I’d never heard of, and nobody else I knew had heard of it either. I did a search and eventually found it. Very obscure. Got my attention. Every metaphor was nearly the best I’d ever read.
Myron “Bud” Katzmann, MD, and Stephanie Springer, MD, discuss how wonderful Tom Robbins is, and only if our author could write that way. Springer gets dreamy-eyed and starts in on what it would be like if Robbins wrote about the bougainvilleas they were admiring. Springer says the bougainvilleas are “scintillating” and Katzman gives her grief over it. They continue…
“Who’s Tom Meadows?” Springer asks.
Katzmann looks up from his margarita. “He’s the guy who gave the Author that Tom Robbins book, Fierce Invalids… Now our Author wonders if he should toss in those crazy long creative metaphors and analogies like Robbins.”
Dr. S waves her hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t even go there. Robbins is in a class of his own. Move on and appreciate his skill but don’t try to compare. It’s not part of what is important. You’ve already got all of us in a knicker-twist over scintillating don’t try to do: …and the flowers were like cupid’s kisses covered over with vegetative cell structure that absorbed the whole visible spectrum except love, lovely, loveliest red.”
Dr. K reads the above lines. “Hey, not too bad, Doc. A little corny, but ok.”
“Not sure if our guy has the chops or not. Like you said and we’ll never be as clever as Robbins. Anyhow, why the book covers by Dick Francis and Frederick Forsyth?” Springer asks.