Dis Like

These past few years I have found it ever harder to suffer heaped similes in descriptive prose, feeling the device should be used more sparingly.  I don’t think it’s a widely held view.

I’m considering writing, for a lark, something filled with failed similes, “the mountains jagged like melting butter”.

The protagonist in my new novel bemoans the lazy (and unavoidable) identification of facile taste equivalencies in wines, usually in the finding of various fruit and berries notes.  I thought it would be a little too cute to spell it out but I hope readers gather he feels it’s too easy to “like” (verb) the fermented juice of grenache grapes to cherries.