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...quarrelsome and mean to their children. Samoans are greedy, hostile and obese, perhaps because their junk-food diet consists mostly of "Cheez Balls" and corned beef saturated with hippo fat. (Did their liking for the latter, Theroux wonders, derive from their ancestors' enjoyment of "long pig" -- that is, human flesh?) And almost everywhere he found God-swanking missionaries, usually Mormons or Methodists, who seemed mesmerized by the thought of preaching the gospel to islanders who were once notorious for practicing cannibalism. "Missionaries and cannibals," Theroux muses, "make perfect couples...
...thread of brain tissue found in a rental car. Last week they arrested John Henry Carpenter, a video-equipment salesman, and charged him with the murder, which he denies. Forensic scientists matched the tissue with a sample from Crane's bloody pillowcase. Complained Carpenter's attorney: "How the flesh sample was overlooked for 14 years is beyond...
...this medium Canova became a virtuoso almost from the start of his career, with a formidable talent for organizing the softness of flesh, the bulges and hollows of the body, the movement of windblown cloth into the live whiteness of the granular, crystalline, semitranslucent stone. Canova's desire to imitate Greek statuary by fusing the Ideal with the Real translates into a high degree of abstraction in the physical details of his sculpture -- smooth limbs with no warts, wrinkles or blemishes, and elaborate transitions that lead your eye around the figure or the group. The garland of six linked arms...
Chynna Phillips' All the Way from New York movingly describes a daughter's nervous attempt to reach out to a distant, preoccupied father: "Would you fly all the way/ To stand here next to me?/ I didn't think so, no." Carnie and Wendy Wilson, in Flesh and Blood, also address their father directly: "How can we be like enemies/ . . . What does it take to make your heart bleed/ Daddy aren't we enough...
...were kept straight by strings stretched from wall to wall. In the sarcophagus chamber, conservators discovered a row of fingerprints left along a string line by a careless craftsman. In one corner, a contractor had scratched in hieroglyphics his accounting of work completed. And on one pillar, Nefertari's flesh-toned cheek is splotched with blue ceiling paint. Could it be that she died before the tomb was completed and the artisans in their haste failed to remove the blemish? Rather than a distraction from Nefertari's beauty, the imperfection serves as a bridge of human identification spanning the ages...