Matterhorn deserves the burgeoning attention and wide readership.
As I approached the summit of the Matterhorn Peak last week, I discovered the same sense of concentration.
Recognition is showering down now on Marlantes and Matterhorn, his 592-page debut.
The climactic assault on Matterhorn depicts the chaos, randomness, exhilaration, and tragedies of combat.
The air at the time was filled with a silvery haze, in which the Matterhorn almost disappeared.
And she no more lost it than she went to New York that time to climb the Matterhorn.
Another waiter handed up for Mr Carver's approval the chef's attempt to make a lobster look like a sunset on the Matterhorn.
My Matterhorn had been climbed, “the pikes of darkness named and stormed.”
The Matterhorn refused to take in its signal flags of storm.
And I began to feel that my curiosity could only be satisfied by climbing the Matterhorn.