Thar He Blows!
Figure of Speech: antonomasia (an-to-no-MAY-sia), the namer. From the Greek, meaning “name swap.”
President Bush calls his former consigliore and spinmeister “the architect,” but Karl “Moby” Rove suggests a more colorful moniker. Now that Rove has retired to spend more time with the proverbial family, Democrats in Congress can’t wait to subpoena the man. What metaphorical animal comes to mind in such a situation? Trapped tiger? Treed bear?
Rove makes himself into a comical Leviathan, while the Democratic Party becomes a peg-legged obsessive. The result is a disarming antonomasia — a figure that puts people in the place of well-known names. (For other examples click here and here.)
Melville’s Moby Dick rose from the evil depths, controlled the psyche of a chief commander, and smashed everything to hell. If the Great White Rove continues in this vein, we’ll definitely read his memoir.
Snappy Answer: “Spin me Ishmael.”
Reader Comments (9)
Once upon a time--actually, many, many times upon a time--there was a politician who, owing to venality or incompetence or both, suddenly found himself spending more time with the very family he had become a workaholic to avoid.
One day, the ex-politician came down to breakfast and found a beautiful woman drinking coffee. "Who are you?" asked the ex-pol? "Your ex-wife," the beautiful woman answered. "I'm leaving you and taking the kids."
The ex-pol was devastated for exactly eight seconds, and then he felt better. He now had more time for his mistress, and--after his lawyer gets through with his family--more money!
Moral: You can spend time with your family, do time in prison, or make time with your hottie.
Fig.
why is there a picture of a man who looks like a whale on your website?
Luke
No, that is not your father. It is a man who worked in the White House. Ask your father to read you the wonderful book about a whale, Moby-Dick. Tell him not to read the abridged version but the long one. By the time he finishes reading it to you, you'll be old enough to read it yourself.
Though, yes, Figaro is a tool. A big, powerful tool, without any phallic symbolism whatsoever.