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07/09/2010

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Rebecca

Kinda fun? A friend of mine was left a pregnant widow with a toddler, when her husband died unexpectedly. It was deep, dark misery and struggle, the much-resented junking of plans and certainties, and a lasting void. This is a strong metaphor, coined at a time when revolution involved tens of thousands of people tortured or killed.
I'm not saying it's an inappropriate image - just that it means some thinking through, and maybe it shifts the tone and focus of your writing. It's not the metaphor of an onlooker and an observer as the Amis quote you give implies, it's the metaphor of a profoundly involved participant.

Martin

Yes, obviously I didn't mean literally, that is awful. But it's a good metaphor because it speaks of ambiguous times emotionally - there is mourning and grieving at what has past, excitement and anxiety about what is to come, and uncertainty.

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