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Fiction. Literature. Romance. LGBTQIA+ (Fiction.) HTML: "...Hammer's voice is brimming with such melody that, if you listen to it long enough, you can probably get drunk off it." � Vulture.com *Now a major motion picture from director Luca Guadagnino, starring Armie Hammer and Timoth�e Chalamet. Winner of the 2018 Academy Award for Adapted Screenplay* Celebrate Andr� Aciman's sensational novel with a dynamic audiobook, read by Armie Hammer A New York Times Notable Book of the Year A Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year A Washington Post Best Fiction Book of the Year A New York Magazine "Future Canon" Selection A Chicago Tribune Favorite Book of the Year One of The Seattle Times' Michael Upchurch's Favorite Books of the Year Call Me by Your Name first swept across the world in 2007. It is the story of a sudden and powerful romance that blossoms between an adolescent boy and a summer guest at his parents' cliffside mansion on the Italian Riviera. During the restless summer weeks, unrelenting but buried currents of obsession, fascination, and desire intensify their passion as they test the charged ground between them and verge toward the one thing both already fear they may never truly find again: total intimacy. Andr� Aciman's critically acclaimed debut novel is a frank, unsentimental, heartrending elegy to human passion. More praise for Call Me By Your Name: "...Armie Hammer (who plays Oliver in the movie) steps effortlessly into Elio's interior world. The result is staggering." � BookRiot.… (more)
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And then, like magic, that passage turned up in the book and validated me. “Did I want to be like him? Did I want to be him? Or did I just want to have him?”
There it is. A little slice of my queer experience on the page in front of me.
What I appreciated about this book was its ability to talk about and elaborate on something which is difficult to discuss, and that is disgust. Elio is really disgusted with himself for falling in love with Oliver. He doesn’t want to be in love with him. In earlier queer relationships, there’s such a deep and vast element of shame. It is thick and undulating and unrelenting like the Italian summer, appalling in its heat.
We see Elio really struggle with this disgust for himself and for Oliver throughout half the book. He constantly tries to reinforce the fact that he doesn’t need Oliver by sleeping with women. Then, he proceeds to tell Oliver so that Oliver will picture him having sex with someone. And Oliver picturing him having sex with someone is as good as having sex with Oliver.
Elio is … afraid, he’s turbulant and in turmoil. Falling in love for him, I think, really is an active process that Aciman displays very well.
A lot of people refuse to read this book for the age gap. Elio is 17. Oliver is 24. I totally understand and accept that. That’s fine.
But I think people are missing out on a more nuanced relationship than they think. When I was 14 and 15 my family and I lived with a queer woman by the name of Valerie, whose very presence strengthened my resolve tenfold. She was in a relationship with a man, and I was never ever ever romantically interested in her (she’s like an auntie to me) but from her I learnt so much. Often in our conversations, she would interject and ask if I’d read this book / that book, watched this film?
I’d never heard of these titles before but suddenly I had someone who did know them. Knew where to find them. For my birthday, she sent me a textbook on bisexuality and an encyclopaedia of famous queer people. I poured over those books for hours.
She told me of her trips to San Francisco and where you go to find the queer community. How there are queer communities in New York, London, Paris, and how they’ve always been there. She would tell me of the first time she kissed a girl, her first female partner, how not to rely on your crushes to straight girls, how never to sabotage your heart by falling in love with someone who is merely ‘experimenting’.
(No shade on people who experiment with their sexualities, it’s all good, but I’m a monogamous romantic bean and always have been. It would not have worked out well for me.)
As a result, few people at school teased me for my sexuality (it was actually teachers of neighbouring Lutheran schools that damaged my self-esteem the most) so I was teased more for having red hair than being queer. I was aggressive in my queerness. If anyone asked me a question about it, I’d ask them accusatory questions.
“So, Lydia. Are you…gay?”
“Why? Do you wanna ask me out? Hm?”
I was 14, mad at everything and ready to fight anyone who came at me. But, if someone was actually homophobic, I felt no shame. I refused to feel shame.
She taught me not to feel shame. She taught me how to survive. She was a total mentor to me. As queer people, you learn to read between the lines, become fluent in subtext and cling to what you think might mean … and if you think it means what you think it means then…?
My point is: Valerie gave me access to something I’d never had before, in a family of otherwise straight people. She taught me queer codes, queer literature and she made queerness normal.
And this is what Oliver does for Elio in a lot of ways. Obviously, their relationship is romantic also, so it has those elements, but Oliver teaches Elio some key queer things.
In one exchange, they talk about how they tried to covertly display attraction for each other.
Oliver says: “I rubbed your shoulder and you flinched, so I assumed you weren’t interested.”
They then spend the rest of the afternoon decoding each other’s past actions. Elio’s instincts are sometimes right, sometimes wrong, but the key is that he learns from Oliver.
Do I agree with their relationship? No. I don't have to in order to gain something from the book.
Instead of feeling free and liberated at his coming out, he feels open, exposed, vulnerable. A bundle of electric wires for his nerves, balancing precariously close to water, waiting to be saved.
I'm reminded of the old donkey who’s buried in a hole alive, whose farmer throws dirt on him until he climbs out of the pit. For Elio, coming out of the pit is dirty and humiliating.
Aciman has a way of reminding me of queer nostalgia -- the time I went to a queer parade and was closeted so I hid it from my mother. I'd been there for a few hours with a friend who I adored, and was wearing a bright blue leather jacket. (Because, really, I was terrified, and I thought a blue leather jacket would help. It did, but only a little bit.)
I was standing in line to get my face painted and suddenly, I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't want to be queer and lie, so I turned to leave. A drag queen just ahead of me turned around and asked if I was okay.
I think she knew. She'd probably seen it before.
So, despite the pretentiousness of the book, the constant mentioning of classic authors, texts, musicians, composers and philosophers, I was emotionally taken to a very interesting place. Of course, the book has its flaws - Aciman's diary-style writing is relentless in its lack of punctuation.
There's a section of the book 'The San Clemente Syndrome' which could've easily been cut out. I understood the point of it, but mostly despised the poet character in it, who was waxing about his trip to Bangkok. People there were so kind, they all wanted to sleep with you, they were so exotic. (Ugh). And someone has to drunkenly start raving about Nietzsche to get him to shut up, which is like, ok.
I understood the point of the scene, but I didn't care for it.
My review will be so biased, because this book conjured up so many memories, feelings and thoughts that I myself had had. Aciman writes in a genre (the queer first love / coming out genre) that has a lot of books, but this one...?
The ending in the book has a lot more closure than compared to the film -- it felt like a much queerer ending. It was validating, it was sickly sweet and sentimental and I'm so, so grateful it exists.
"When it happened, it happened not as I'd dreamed it would, but with a degree of discomfort that forced me to reveal more of myself than I cared to reveal."
This book constantly reminded me that it was fiction - the product of an imagination able to create an unreal dream world - yet I did not mind because it was simply, joyously readable. I was both entranced and intrigued by the narrator, whose name is withheld for much of the novel, but this is because, as the title implies, he is entranced and intrigued himself by his family's summer guest, Oliver, who seems to be nothing less than a Greek god. The subtle allusions to poetry and philosophy, the music of the senses, add to the magnificence of this short novel. Perhaps it will not effect everyone the same as it did me, but for those who appreciate the classical source of beauty this is a novel that ranks with Mann and Gide in its glistening presence.
Set in central Italy during one summer in the mid-1980s, this masterpiece of prose narrative tells the story of Elio, the precocious 17-year-old son of a college professor, and his sexual and romantic awakening upon meeting Oliver, a 24-year-old graduate student who apprentices with Elio’s father for a few weeks. Their time together—an intense, complex, ambiguous, and scorchingly passionate courtship—reverberates throughout the rest of their lives and represents the undeniable persistence of memory and its power to affect our every emotion.
Among the many beautiful scenes in this novel, perhaps the most poignant is the one in which Elio’s father imparts to him wisdom in the form of compassion:
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster then we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!” (p. 224)
If you have ever felt the torturously exquisite power of intense adolescent desire (and who among us hasn’t?), if you want to be reminded of both the joy and the anguish of discovering love, read this novel.
You know, I could go on and on about the beautiful poetry of the language and the painful yearning, steeped in truth, that resonates with memories that we all have buried deep within our psyche, but dozens of other
The culture clash is interesting. Elio at first percieves Oliver as "rude" and is amazed at how open and proud
The sex is pretty hot, and Aciman writes "desperately in love and horny bisexual 17 year old boy" really well.
And it definitely disproves that stupid theory that men write porn and women write romance and even if men wrote romance it'd be different from what women write. The main characters act like boys, and not like a boy and a girl, but maybe people should try redefining what they think it means to "act like a boy". Stop writing gender roles (that goes for you too, slashers!) and start writing people.
What I mean by this is that the sex and relationships are realistic. Elio learns that his fantasies don't quite correspond to reality. His first time leaves him feeling guilty, ashamed and sore, even though he wants to do it again.
The reactions of the characters aren't the reactions of any gender stereotype, it's very easy to be female and yet identify with Elio, without the character being "feminized".
But Elio doesn't just want Oliver, he also speaks enviously of Oliver's muscles.
The line between wanting someone and wanting to be them can be very thin. It can be confusing, but it can also be a lot of fun when it comes to same gender attraction. To be looking at a picture of a beautiful naked woman and be thinking "she's so hot, but I wonder if that hairstyle would look good on me?"
If a genie appeared and said "you can have that, or you can be that", I think it'd be a difficult choice.
And I know I'm not weird to say that it happens with het attraction too. At least for probably more girls than will admit it. After all, we live in a world where for most of history the male characters in mainstream movies, books, plays, religion and comics were usually more interesting or more powerful or lead more exciting lives than the female characters. It's not a sign of major gender identity issues, it's a reaction to reality. There are a lot of admirable men, fictional and non, that I don't want to sleep with really- but if it were possible for me to kill them and steal their identity, I would.
Also, if you've ever been asked to "play the boy" (and I mean that in every way you're thinking of it), it's pretty normal to think that way.
I also tagged this under "david and jonathan" because it reminded me of that couple. Without the military aspect or the crazy father or the death. The characters are both Jewish, and the same ages that David and Jonathan were when they fell in love. The narrator of the story is also an accomplished musician and his attitude towards the girls he uses while waiting for his true love to come around are...familiar.
Favorite quote (Elio's fantasy of Oliver): "he'd step into my room after everyone had gone to bed , slip under my covers, undress me without asking and after making me want him more than I thought I could ever want another living soul,gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his way into my body, gently, softly, after heeding the words I'd been rehearsing for days now, Please, don't hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want"
It only gets four stars for two reasons. One, there are a couple of moments, such as an "American Pie" style bisexual fantasy involving a piece of fruit, that made me go "WTF?" (but I suppose people who are in love do all kinds of stuff that makes no sense to the rest of us) And two, the ending sort of runs out of steam. But I honestly can't see any way this story could end that would make readers happy, so what can you do?
Elio
This is delightful story, Elio seems unaware of the good fortune of the circumstances of his life, and is unspoilt and unassuming. The seemingly on-off relationship between Elio and Oliver is charmingly and convincingly portrayed; it all adds up to a most rewarding read.
I won't summarise the plot as that has already been done, but I wanted to add in my two-pence worth at least and agree that this is a really beautiful novel. I read a lot of gay fiction, some of which is erotic and overly done, but this was a truly tender romance and I really found myself aching for the two men and their longing for one another. Their self doubts and insecurities and the will they/won't they scenario was carefully paced and tied in so well with the laid back summer setting in which the story was based. It had a very dreamlike quality to it which I really admired.
The writing style is wonderful, evocative and rich with the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of Italy. You can virtually feel the hot summer seeping through the pages and imagine yourself in the sun-drenched Meditteranean. The characters are very well drawn, though at first I did feel that Elio seemed to be far too intelligent for his age, but hey-ho. I fell in love with Oliver who initially seemed to be a bit of a play boy, until eventually his realness shone through.
I loved this book, though for me it does lose one star merely because I did find it difficult to follow Elio's narrative voice on occaision- particularly with his high-brow interests which for me just didn't seem that true and became a bit pretentious at times. Nevertheless, if you can get past this then you are in for a real treat of a book which deals with the issue of male/male relationships in a sensitive manner.
I will definitely read more books by Aciman in future.
*This review also appears on Amazon.co.uk*
We follow Elio's life one summer, living with his family and their annual summer guest. This year it's a young (24, I believe) American named Oliver. Everyone likes Oliver, but Elio finds that his feelings run much deeper. Eventually the boys figure out their feelings and what we're given is a treat. Aciman captures what it means to be young, in love and running out of time. But instead of ending the novel with Oliver's return to American, Aciman gives us a glimpse of Elio's future. It's a gamble and it pays off, because the satisfaction (of a sort) that you feel at th end of the novel is worth all the, well, things that happen before.
The plot is strong, but what makes this novel so good is the writing. Aciman pulls you into the story with his writing and then keeps you there, your hopes pinned to Oliver just as Elio. the book is beautiful, heartbreakingly so and one of the best I've read this year, mostly because of the way Aciman creates and cultivates this ache inside you, the one Elio has for Oliver, as well as one that you have for Elio himself.
"We'll speak about two young men who found much happiness for a few weeks and lived the remainder of their lives dipping cotton swabs into that bowl of happiness, fearing they'd use it up without daring to drink more than a thimbleful on ritual anniversaries...But what never was still beckons...They can never undo it, never unwrite it, never unlive it, or relive it -- it's just stuck there like a vision of fireflies on a summer field toward evening..."
At least half the book is taken up with
Older teens may have the patience for the slow action.
That is what I enjoyed the most - the theme of time & youth as a fleeting commodity that so many people waste by allowing it to fester way past it's due by date.
The wound that hurt the most from the book was the public defamation of Calvino. (I jest, so that I shall not ruin the book for you) Thanks to Wei for reccomending a book I would otherwise have not found (& devoured so quickly thanks to a visiting dateline)!
by Andre Aciman
This book is a beautifully written coming of age novel with several strong points worth mentioning:
1. The story's setting. A drowsy, hot summer; an Italian seaside villa with a swimming pool and lush gardens; long, delicious meals at the family table; evenings
2. The author's powerful depiction of psychological attraction and raw physical desire. Although this book depicts a love affair between two young men, anyone who has ever participated in the tortuous (and yet delicious!) approach/avoidance dance of mutual attraction will recognize themselves in this book.
3. The last 40 pages of the book (Part 4). If you aren't left in tears, you don't have a heart or you are still very, very young. The author's bittersweet depiction of the main protagonist's struggle to resign himself to the loss of his once-in-a-lifetime love will deeply affect anyone who has encountered the rapture of true intimacy, only to watched it ebb away due to the loss of the beloved or (sadly) due to the beloved's everyday presence over the deadening tedium of time.
A beautiful, beautiful book. Heartbreaking and thought provoking - I literally sat for about a half an hour after I finished it, just thinking about it.
I cannot think of any other work that has captured desire and lust so accurately and more than that, so beautifully. The way Aciman wrote Elio's thoughts and desires just
It never felt cliche, or trite or pretentious to me, the way so many books of this topic can be. It felt nuanced and real, and visceral. It felt like I was there, feeling all over again that ache of obsession that turns into feelings that turns into love. Love that doesn't need to be called that to know that it is that.
One of my favorite parts of the whole novel however does not take place between Elio and Oliver, but rather between Elio and his father. It is one of the most beautiful parts of the entire novel, in my opinion, and my heart nearly leapt from my chest. Aciman is a masterful writer.
This book was moving and wonderful and beautiful. There were so many passages that felt like poetry to me, down to the very last passage of the book.
I loved every minute, every page, every word.
Elio, figlio di un professore, passa l'estate con i genitori nella villa in Liguria che come ogni anno ospita un futuro brillante scrittore / ricercatore occupato nella stesura di tesi o articoli.
Il visitatore annuale è Oliver, americano, e tra lui e Elio scatta subito qualcosa di indefinito che si concretizza prima in un flirt e poi in una storia d'amore vera e propria.
Il punto di vista è sempre quello di Elio che dà voce alle sue tormentate insicurezze e ai desideri che pensa essere non ricambiati; Oliver è sempre descritto dagli occhi di Elio e non si ha la possibilità di seguirne le emozioni.
E' la storia di un amore profondo e il chiamarsi con il nome dell'altro è sintomo della fusione dei sogni, delle emozioni e delle persone stesse.
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Humans may experience different passions and meet different lovers, maybe only one of these is the most unique and special, an emotion full of joy and sorrow to be preserved in memory as the years go by. This novel is about this kind of Love and Passion.
Elio, son of a professor, spends the summer with his parents in their Liguria house and, as every summer, they host a young and brilliant researcher / writer editing his thesys.
The host is Oliver and between him and Elio something undefined starts sooner as a flirt and later as a love story.
The point of view is Elio's who express his tormented uncertainties about love and being reciprocated; Oliver is always presented by Elio's eyes and it's impossible to know hos thinking.
It's the story of a deep love and calling one by the other's name it's a manifestation of the fusion of dreams, emotions and souls.