Tony --
In print, or here, or in a bar, or anywhere, a story is much more entertaining (emphasis: to me) if it sounds true. That is ... if it's supposed to be a true story.
I like true stories.
I like tall tales, too.
I just don't like tall tales that pretend to be true stories!
This may or may not be relevant:
There's a thing that's been circulating on the Internet for more than a decade now. You've probably seen it. People send it to me all the time. It's a list of similes and metaphors supposedly gleaned from high-school essays. Here's one of my favorites: "He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree."
Funny, right?
Right. Yes.
But it DIDN'T come from some hapless high-schooler. It came (as did all of the rest of them) from some clever reader of the Washington Post, who submitted it to the Style section's "Style Invitational" contest, which had asked readers to come up with the worst analogies they could devise.
What possessed someone, somewhere along the line, to transform a true funny thing into a false funny thing?
Did it get funnier, thereby? Not to me. It lost its humor when it lost its truth.
Same thing goes for serious stuff.
Dan
P.S. I love the expression "overegg the pudding." Never heard it before.
P.P.S. Here they are:
4th Runner-Up: Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin
Klein's Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made
from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
(Jennifer Frank, Washington, and Jimmy Pontzer, Sterling)
3rd Runner-Up: The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit
like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and
spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for
all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas. (Ken
Krattenmaker, Landover Hills)
2nd Runner-Up: I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a
long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I
don't speak German. Anyway, it's a dread that nobody knows the name
for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread
bags. I don't know the name for those either. (Jack Bross, Chevy
Chase)
1st Runner-Up: She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out
in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you
lose the recipe, and on top of that you can't sing worth a damn.
(Joseph Romm, Washington)
And the winner of the framed Scarlet Fever sign: His fountain pen was
so expensive it looked as if someone had grabbed the pope, turned him
upside down and started writing with the tip of his big pointy hat.
(Jeffrey Carl, Richmond)
Honorable Mentions
- He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. (Jack Bross, Chevy Chase)
- The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you
fry them in hot grease. (Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring)
- The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the
Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. (Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala.)
- He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a
guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one
of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country
speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar
eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. (Joseph
Romm, Washington)
- She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used
to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the
door open again. (Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station)
- She was sending me more mixed signals than a dyslexic third-base
coach. (Jack Bross, Chevy Chase)
- The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't. (Russell Beland, Springfield) - Having O.J.
try on the bloody glove was a stroke of genius unseen since the debut
of Goober on "Mayberry R.F.D". (John Kammer, Herndon)
- From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an
eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city
and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30. (Roy Ashley,
Washington)
- Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
(Chuck Smith, Woodbridge)
- Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
center. (Russell Beland, Springfield)
- Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access
T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung
by mistake (Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills)
- Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
- Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a
movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like
"Second Tall Man." (Russell Beland, Springfield)
- Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across
the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one
having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other
from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. (Jennifer Hart,
Arlington)
- Upon completing kindergarten, Lance felt the same sense of
accomplishment the Unabomber feels every time he successfully blows
up another college professor. (Anonymous, no city please)
- They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences
that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth (Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y.)
- John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who
had also never met. (Russell Beland, Springfield)
- His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances
like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free (Chuck Smith,
Woodbridge)
- After sending in my entries for the Style Invitational, I feel
relieved and apprehensive, like a little boy who has just wet his
bed. (Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala.)
- You made my day, even a day as gray as white cotton sheets washed
for decades in cold water without bleach like no self-respecting
woman who came of age in the 1940s would allow in her house, much
less on one of her beds, but up with which she must put whenever she
visits one of her own daughters, just as if they had never been
brought up right. (DEV, Madison, Wis)