Similsame

On Jessica Simpsons's TV show she went to the golf course, to prepare she had to pick-up some items at the pro-shop. Trying on a small fingerless glove she held it up to everyone and the camera exclaiming "fits like a glove!"
I haven't seen more of the show but I imagine this is a world of knives that "cut like a knife!" and which when heated cut through butter like "a hot knife through butter!"
Since then I feel like I've seen more of this, the similsame, where a simile is contrasted with its object.

The similsame's counterpart is the unpun. I've witnessed attempts even closer than this but here the surprise rests on "used" being both a state of ownership relfecting prior use and a state of usage.

Everything's wrong

(Sheet lightening follow-up)
I'd forgotten that Underworld was supposed to be like this. I'd lain the book down for a while and I was thrown by the third-person voice. But this is current- the third-person isn't what it used to be. News sources are known to be unreliable- so instead of absorbing the facts we keep the whole thread (the voices) stored in different locations and then weigh them against each other. We give them points ratings, or try to, but we end up with a muddle- a thing we hope is our opinion.

After reading a few more pages I realized that this was a book where everything is wrong. Or ""wrong"". Not false but incorrectly thought. In contrast to Pale Fire which is also false. A torrent of false ideas- which should in theory be hilarious. And maybe it is. I continually get the feeling with Nabokov that I'm missing it. So I sit and frown at the book. And occasionally when I get something sniff, because I get it, or think I do.

So it's a lot of fun.

The summer of sheet lightening

It was the summer of sheet lightning and red wine, those deep Bordeaux that resemble lion's blood, and she stood on the rooftops and terraces and wondered how all these things could been here so long without her ever noticing.
Don Delillo Underworld p. 379

When I had trouble with the spectral narrowing from red wine to deep Bordeaux I put it down to my lack of culture. One day, I thought, when I go out to all these dinners with cheery intellectuals and I select the correct Bordeaux to go with my some-type-of-fish and then smell it to detect something, I will understand this reference and it will resonate within me because I will know the exact type of muddy red that is being referenced and will fully understand appreciate how it fits with the sheet lightening and it will be like savoring a fine... But then I came upon the lion's blood.

And I still don't know what to do about it, I'm either going to have give up on this sentence or kill a lion. I've thought about just Googling for some images of lion's blood but this seems foolhardy- with initial lighting, camera considerations, on one side and jpeg compressions, monitor calibration, and incadescent lighting on the other any hope of understanding...