Rowell’s prose is simple, nothing fancy, nothing extra, yet is still pretty special as-is. It’s like running a cross-country race with someone, and you can hear their breathing, and their footsteps, and you’re with them, you’re side by side with them every step of the way, breathing that same breath. It’s all very human and connected. Oh, look, I have used sports metaphors and somehow we have all survived.
This semester teaching, for me, is the semester of metaphors. I’ve used sports, dance, computers, birds, machines, and glassware, just to name a few. (I teach academic writing.) This here from Jami is a master class in the art.