Word: thrill
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When Henry Louis Gates, Jr. telephoned me on the morning the Pulitzers were announced, he offered no hint that my book was under consideration. He called simply to relay the news that the book had received the Aniston Wolf prize for the best book in race relations, a huge thrill in and of itself...
...crackled the voice in the headsets of the four crew members. They were flying at nearly 30,000 ft. above western Iraq in a B-1B Lancer shortly before 3 p.m. last Monday. The message, from the controller aboard a nearby AWACs command plane, sent a thrill through the B-1 as Captain Sloan Hollis redirected the black, needle-nose plane toward Baghdad at 500 m.p.h. for an afternoon rendezvous with Saddam Hussein...
Venice is the cheap thrill of Northeast Italy. Yes, it's charming, but it's altogether too obvious, as unsubtle as a Versace dress. Travelers who want to see the more dignified side of Italy should head about an hour west to Padua (Padova). Once great and now willingly overshadowed by Venice, Padua may be small (population 200,000), but it packs an impressive punch. Bound by medieval walls, the city's center is filled with portico-covered streets, an appropriate architectural metaphor...
...Basilica del Santo is the resting place of St. Anthony - known simply as il Santo - a humble 13th century Franciscan monk. The massive church, with its mixture of Christian and Islamic influences, brims with artwork by Donatello and Titian, and annually attracts 4 million visitors and pilgrims. Surprising gothic thrill: one of the relics on display is Anthony's calcified tongue and jaw. Just down the road lies the Prato della Valle, the so-called field with no grass that's now a vast piazza of fountains and statues. Think Place de la Concorde with a little more decor, minus...
...Amis and McEwan. Instead, Rhodes writes straight from - and about - the heart. Timoleon Vieta is the name of a beloved, scruffy pooch who belongs to Carthusians Cockcroft, an aging, gay, composer who has retired, sad and alone, to the Umbrian countryside, where he boozes and listlessly cruises for some thrill to replace the boy in silver shorts who broke his heart. When a young, brutish (and dog-hating) man known only as the Bosnian comes to stay, Cockcroft foolishly agrees to abandon the dog in Rome. Trekking home to his master, Timoleon Vieta, "with eyes as pretty as a girl...