Hinton frequently describes Mark as a lion, and the image is a recurring metaphor for Mark’s wild, vicious, and predatory behavior. The way in which Hinton’s descriptions develop over time also illustrates Bryon’s increased understanding of his best friend’s character. Initially, Hinton uses the lion image in a more literal way, as a simile to describe Mark’s golden hair and eyes. But over time, the lion takes on more figurative meanings. At first, Bryon usually describes Mark as grinning like an “innocent” or “friendly” lion, particularly when he is getting away with illegal activity. This evokes a kind of cartoonish guiltlessness and indicates that even though Mark is reckless, Bryon doesn’t believe that Mark’s actions do much harm to other people. However, using a wild and ferocious animal like a lion also implies that there is a more sinister nature hidden beneath Mark’s sheen of innocence.
Bryon becomes more aware of the mean side to Mark’s personality over time. For instance, when it becomes clear to him that Mark doesn’t like Bryon’s girlfriend, Cathy, he recognizes that Mark can turn on people “like a teased lion.” Thus, while Bryon knows that Mark can be gentle and friendly, when provoked, he can quickly become vicious. At the end of the novel, Bryon sees Mark’s true character revealed more fully when he realizes Mark is selling drugs to kids, an action befitting a lion’s predatory nature. Then, after Bryon turns Mark in to the police and visits Mark in jail, he describes Mark as a “dangerous, caged lion.” Accordingly, Bryon feels that Mark would be willing to kill him for his betrayal. Thus, the metaphor of the lion not only suggests Mark’s wild tendencies and even his savage hatred when he feels that Bryon has betrayed him—it also symbolizes Bryon’s increasing awareness of his friend’s vicious nature.
The Lion Quotes in That Was Then, This Is Now
I had been friends with Mark long before he came to live with us. He had lived down the street and it seemed to me that we had always been together. We had never had a fight. We had never even had an argument. In looks, we were complete opposites: I’m a big guy, dark hair and eyes—the kind who looks like a Saint Bernard puppy, which I don’t mind as most chicks cannot resist a Saint Bernard puppy. Mark was small and compact, with strange golden eyes and hair to match and a grin like a friendly lion. He was much stronger than he looked—he could tie me in arm wrestling. He was my best friend and we were like brothers.
“Shut up, O.K.? As long as they ain’t doin’ nothin’ to you, it’s O.K. I guess you can get away with anything.”
Mark leaned back in his chair. The sun came through the small kitchen window and glinted on his eyes, turning them a bright yellow. “I guess so,” Mark said. He smiled, like an innocent lion.
“…you straighten up and they’ll let you out early on probation or parole or whatever it is, and you can come home. I’ll get you a job at the store—”
“Like hell you will […] I ain’t never goin’ back there again. When I get outa here, you ain’t never going to see me again.”
“We were like brothers,” I said, desperate. “You were my best friend—”
He laughed then, and his eyes were the golden, hard, flat eyes of a jungle animal. “Like a friend once said to me, ‘That was then, and this is now.’”
I broke out in a sweat and was suddenly glad of the walls and the guards and the bars. I think if he could have, Mark would have killed me.