He forgot an appointment. He’s late for work. His mother is calling him on the ultrasonic frequency reserved by the government for Jewish mothers in the event of lunch.
Awesome. From The Yiddish Policeman’s Union (p89).
And while I’m here, let me share a couple more metaphors.
Its Philipino-style Chinese doughnuts beckon like glittering sugar-dusted tokens of a better existence. [Truly spoken like a police officer!]
He talked like a sausage recipe with footnotes. [This is referring to a goy speaking Yiddish with a very academic style.]
Even though I don’t get all of Chabon’s metaphors, I really enjoy their creativity.
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