"You move another inch and I'll blow your fucking head off," the gravel-and-nicotine voice told Popovich.
You can say gravel(ly) voice or, for example, whiskey-and-nicotine voice. But trying to avoid a cliché is no excuse for mixing metaphors. Gravel tells you how the voice sounds; nicotine (etc.) tells you how it got that way. There is no putting an and between the two and calling it good, much less calling it good writing.
The above is from an article by Marc Weingarten, titled "The Lear Jet repo man." Meh. Maybe the above put me off (yeah, I can be like that) or maybe it was the excessive testosterone, but as far as I'm concerned, this one is like most Onion articles -- once you've heard the headline, you've gotten 95% of whatever goodness there is to be had. Whatever, YMMV, and so forth.
h/t: I blame Thoreau.
1 comment:
It could be a good filtration system, although the cigarettes would be kind of heavy , and possibly lumpy depending on the size of the gravel.
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