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Title: Call Me By Your Name
Author: André Aciman
Publisher: Published September 21st 2017 by Atlantic Books (first published January 23rd 2007)
ISBN: 9781786495259
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Call Me by Your Name is the story of a sudden and powerful romance that blossoms between an adolescent boy and a summer guest at his parents' cliff-side mansion on the Italian Riviera. Unprepared for the consequences of their attraction, at first each feigns indifference. But during the restless summer weeks that follow, unrelenting buried currents of obsession and fear, f Call Me by Your Name is the story of a sudden and powerful romance that blossoms between an adolescent boy and a summer guest at his parents' cliff-side mansion on the Italian Riviera. Unprepared for the consequences of their attraction, at first each feigns indifference. But during the restless summer weeks that follow, unrelenting buried currents of obsession and fear, fascination and desire, intensify their passion as they test the charged ground between them. What grows from the depths of their spirits is a romance of scarcely six weeks' duration and an experience that marks them for a lifetime. For what the two discover on the Riviera and during a sultry evening in Rome is the one thing both already fear they may never truly find again: total intimacy. The psychological maneuvers that accompany attraction have seldom been more shrewdly captured than in André Aciman's frank, unsentimental, heartrending elegy to human passion. Call Me by Your Name is clear-eyed, bare-knuckled, and ultimately unforgettable.

30 review for Call Me By Your Name

  1. 5 out of 5

    Emily May

    “He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.” I should probably issue a warning that this is a book I usually wouldn't like. I think. A summer romance up to its neck in purple prose and wandering introspection sounds like a nightmare. And yet, there was something so beautiful, awful, intoxicating and sad about Call Me by Your Name. Maybe I like it because - and I “He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.” I should probably issue a warning that this is a book I usually wouldn't like. I think. A summer romance up to its neck in purple prose and wandering introspection sounds like a nightmare. And yet, there was something so beautiful, awful, intoxicating and sad about Call Me by Your Name. Maybe I like it because - and I hate to admit this - there is a part of me that recognizes something of myself within it. Either you have been this kind of person, perhaps still are this kind of person, or you have not, are not, and this book will seem overwritten and alien. I, unfortunately, have experienced that deep, all-encompassing infatuation with another person. I don't personally call it love; not anymore. Instead, it's a feeling of overwhelming, almost feverish, obsession with their existence-- their body, their laugh, and everything they do or say. I’m not proud of it and I don’t think it’s healthy. But I do think this book captures it in all its intensity and sadness. Call Me by Your Name, for me, stands apart from other romances because it doesn't follow the usual formula of two people meet, cliche flirtations and angst ensue, and then finally they end up together. It's not a spoiler to say this isn't that kind of story; if you're reading it for the warm fuzzies then you're going to be disappointed. It is about seventeen-year-old Elio, who falls into a deep romantic and sexual obsession with the twenty-four year-old Oliver when the latter becomes a summer guest at Elio's parents' Italian villa. If there was ever a perfect place to set a heady novel of this kind, then it must be the cliffs of the Italian Riviera. I can feel my cold heart melting just thinking about it. We stay inside Elio's mind as he fantasizes romantically and sexually about Oliver. Aciman builds a novel based on innermost thoughts and the most painful of emotions. It is sometimes almost too much and I wanted to look away as Elio feels like he can’t get close enough; feels like he wants to crawl inside Oliver's skin. It’s an intoxicatingly romantic, intimate, physical, miserable experience. There is one moment when Elio's wise father comforts him: “Right now there’s sorrow. I don’t envy you the pain. But I envy you the pain.” Which I thought was deeply sad, though also perfect. It might not be my usual choice of book, but I think Call Me by Your Name is one that will stay with me. Sometimes it is the exceptions to my rules that I find myself remembering the most. Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Youtube

  2. 4 out of 5

    Nick Pageant

    One last update to say I saw the movie! I have been verbally spanked on GR before for reviewing movies so I won't go on and on, but I will say that it's a truly beautiful film. It's perfectly done and captures the book in a way I didn't think possible. All the actors were wonderful, but Armie Hammer stole the show for me. Kudos to whoever thought to cast him because he IS Oliver. It's a sweet, sad, hopeful, film that I hope everyone gets to see. Now I'm going to go eat a few peaches. Updating ag One last update to say I saw the movie! I have been verbally spanked on GR before for reviewing movies so I won't go on and on, but I will say that it's a truly beautiful film. It's perfectly done and captures the book in a way I didn't think possible. All the actors were wonderful, but Armie Hammer stole the show for me. Kudos to whoever thought to cast him because he IS Oliver. It's a sweet, sad, hopeful, film that I hope everyone gets to see. Now I'm going to go eat a few peaches. Updating again to say that I just finished listening to the audio version narrated by Armie Hammer. There are not enough superlatives in my very limited vocabulary for this thing. It's full of eroticism and regret in equal measure. Armie Hammer never missteps and I had myself an eargasm. I've put off writing this review for far too long because I'm afraid I won't do the book justice. I want to write a review that makes everyone drop what they're doing and start reading Call Me by Your Name immediately. Reading the other reviews, I find a lot of polarization about Aciman's writing style, which I loved. Some people find him pretentious, while others find his prose bordering on poetic. I definitely fall in the latter category. Most books are read for a good story and I understand that, but other books, like this one, are read for the enjoyment of language. What I mean by that is that a great many of the sentences in this book can be read and enjoyed all on their own because they're so beautifully written. Aciman has obviously labored over his phrasing to the point that I found myself often stopping to reread a sentence a few times and just luxuriate in the warm bath of words. The story itself is great because it really has the ring of truth. The characters in this book are far from perfect and sometimes infuriating. I won't discuss plot other than to say that it is bittersweet and just real. I think any gay man will see his young self in the protagonist. So, in summary, read this book! Updating to say Armie Hammer is playing Oliver in the movie. I highly approve!

  3. 5 out of 5

    lottie

    [Sufjan Stevens playing softly in the distance]

  4. 5 out of 5

    Julio Genao

    A/N 03/18: i did this. and like all my public mistakes, erasing the evidence of it won't erase the consequences. it stays. as much to remind me how it happened as to accept that it did at all. little intimacies. of the many, many aspects of this book that resonated with us, one in particular was the basis of an interesting exchange between me and author santino hassell. that exchange is excerpted below. SH: what do you think so far JAG: i like it. it's very good at being what i think of as authentic t A/N 03/18: i did this. and like all my public mistakes, erasing the evidence of it won't erase the consequences. it stays. as much to remind me how it happened as to accept that it did at all. little intimacies. of the many, many aspects of this book that resonated with us, one in particular was the basis of an interesting exchange between me and author santino hassell. that exchange is excerpted below. SH: what do you think so far JAG: i like it. it's very good at being what i think of as authentic teen gay boy POV SH: it reminds me of something JAG: it reminds me of a lot of things SH: the parts where he's talking about how hot and cold the love interest dude gets JAG: yes, with his facial expression SH: yeah JAG: that, specifically that. i've been there. with someone like that. it's a little scary. and then you understand them and it stops being scary, sometimes SH: yes. i had a friend like that. when i was a kid. i thought i was in love with him but he was straight JAG: i was thinking of the exact same thing. i had the exact same thing. a friend, when i was a teen. he'd be warm and affectionate and then his face would go cold like i was a stranger SH: yes. that's how my friend was. i think he suspected i wanted him. he didn't know how to feel about it JAG: that's what that scene in the book is about. they realize you have deeper feelings and they don't know how to deal, and then their face goes fucked, in this moment of vulnerability. they can't hide the panic or the revulsion SH: yes JAG: and it looks like that SH: yes JAG: because straight dudes can feel warm affection for you too, obviously. and for a moment—with some of them—they feel... when they realize you want them, they feel that their affection has left them exposed. like their affection has been abused SH: that's exactly what my friend acted like. like all the times we'd been close, i'd taken advantage of him. he suspected me. and then he found out when he caught me and another boy fooling around in the locker rooms. found out that i really was bi. and then he knew he'd been right about me, and didn't know how to handle it JAG: in the book, i recognized it right away. that feeling of ...recoiling SH: yes JAG: of resentment. it looks like that SH: that was... a horrible experience JAG: it happened to me too. i wonder if it happens to every queer person SH: i wonder the same thing JAG: like imagine you're a girl, you have your best girl friends, going to the bathroom together, secrets, sharing lipstick... SH: yeah JAG: little intimacies. and then you tell your girlfriends you're queer and they remember all those times, all those intimacies SH: that's what happened with him, with my friend. he listed all of these things and acted like i'd manipulated something to make those things happen, or like i'd taken advantage of opportunities JAG: instead of it being about basic humanity, about you being the same person you always were, it was about... about whatever SH: he made me cry like a bitch JAG: i'm sorry SH: i even apologized. even though i hadn't done anything. because i didn't want him to hate me. but he did anyways JAG: that's fucked. and i know exactly what that's like SH: yea? JAG: the first time i ever cried in public was when he told me he didn't want to be my friend. it's a thing that sticks with you. and i... turned into a different person, after that SH: i'd never been rejected as an entire person because i was bi, before JAG: i lost all my friends. because i'd made him #1 and everyone else peripheral. and when he was gone, he took all the rest with him SH: if we smoked he refused to hit the same pipe. before he found out. he was on to me. i don't hide my feelings very well, on my face JAG: kids feel things with everything. you loved him. and that's hard to hide SH: when we smoked together i kinda got off on how the blunt or the pipe would be kind of damp from his mouth JAG: i liked that too. my best girl friend would light my cigarette for me like that. like humphrey bogart. and i would feel really good SH: i always remember that JAG: me too SH: he mentioned it. when he was telling me what a horrible person i was. and that's when i started crying JAG: asshole SH: actually i think he felt bad. but not bad enough to take it back JAG: where was this SH: at school. he saw me fooling around with the other kid and ran away and i chased after him for two blocks JAG: shit SH: he came into the locker room and saw, and gave me this look of disgust and hatred, and i followed him. he told me off on the corner. near central park. he was disgusted i was even near him. and that's where i lost it JAG: my shit happened at school too SH: where JAG: in the building. during class. the hall. i wrote him a letter to ask if we could be friends again and gave it to a teacher's assistant who taught in both of our classes to hand it to him the next day. his class was before mine, so the whole day after i felt like i was going to throw up but also full of this crazy hope. and so finally that class rolls around, with the TA i gave my letter to, and she takes me out into the hall with her to give me what he wrote back. she hands me this folded up thing, and it's my own letter SH: wow JAG: and the thing is, dude—it was like being crazy, because i'm smelling him just then. because he had this smell, and only he smelled like this, a really, really good smell. and his smell was on this piece of paper in my hand, on my own letter, and she's saying to me "i'm really sorry. he just said no." and that was it. cried my eyes out right there in the hall in front of whomever SH: people are fucked. like it's a violation JAG: i think the point is that it feels like one, to them. they panic. and they don't know how to manage things gracefully. and when you're that young, you really don't. and that leads to The Look. it leads to The No. SH: yea JAG: whole-person rejection. for stupidity. SH: you wanna know something weird? before that happened with my friend, i could fool myself into thinking he semi-reciprocated. he seemed to like being close to me JAG: that is probably not something you imagined. like with my friend... we had this... unspeakable intimacy? little things SH: yes JAG: nice things SH: yes JAG: like there's this fence. made out of steel poles in the ground and a single chain, like a suspension bridge, behind the bus stop. we'd stand there every day, waiting for the bus. and while we waited he'd try to balance on the chain, like a tightrope walker. and i'd stand near him. like right under him, just casually talking and whatever like i wasn't loving it, loving him touching me, loving his smell. he'd put his hand on me. he'd rest his weight on me. and we'd just stand there doing that. every day SH: little things like that matter JAG: yeah. and there were a thousand of them SH: ...damn this book JAG: i am mildly peeved at it as well. the nerve, making us remember this shit SH: whatever JAG: yeah, whatever SH: not like it has anything to do with who we are now JAG: right, no, totally, nothing SH: real men don't cry JAG: i have never cried a day in my life SH: are you going to use any of this in your review JAG: obviously SH: if you put the sissy bits in it i will kill you JAG: not if i kill you first, motherfucker SH: i said no!!! no means no!!! JAG: fine, i'll change your name. a pseudonymous random author buddy talking books and queerz SH: what will you use JAG: i will be JAG and you will be PAB SH: wtf is that JAG: Punk Assed Bitch SH: you dare JAG: can't stop me. can't stop my flo SH: no, i want Gay Chuck Norris JAG: wut, Flaming Pustule McGee doesn't appeal to you? SH: i should stab you you may read santino hassell gay chuck norris’s review of this book here. PS added january 23, 2018: fuck me in the eye do i hate it when straight actors get kudos for playing queer characters. that's not "brave," you simpering buttmunch, that's your profession. i'm glad your vacation in the land of the Less Privileged was so critically acclaimed, but those of us out here exiled by our families or beat up in high school gymnasiums don't get to wear tuxedoes and tell the macabre fucks on entertainment tonight about our exciting growth as actors. and to be perfectly frank, while i don't know timothy chalamet from a hole in the wall, me and armie hammer go way back—and so i feel led to clarify at this juncture that while i would still happily climb that man like a tree if he managed to keep himself in that doofily sexy, subvocal grunting range of human elocution, i nevertheless simply cannot with him and his comments about having to "pray on it" and ask his wife whether it would be "okay to play a gay man" in a movie. cannot. no puedo. *rude gesture*

  5. 4 out of 5

    Katie

    I wanted to make fun of this maddening book, but really, I must just want to make fun of myself for loving it. The bare bones of the story could have been assembled using some kind of Gay Coming of Age Novel Trope Generator. Teenager. Grad student. Italian beach. Fruit. Poetry. Jealousy. Sex. Loss. More poetry. But. I agree with whoever likens Aciman's approach to Proust's (which is probably everybody who has read both Aciman and Proust.) This is not a Gay Coming of Age Novel, at all; it's an el I wanted to make fun of this maddening book, but really, I must just want to make fun of myself for loving it. The bare bones of the story could have been assembled using some kind of Gay Coming of Age Novel Trope Generator. Teenager. Grad student. Italian beach. Fruit. Poetry. Jealousy. Sex. Loss. More poetry. But. I agree with whoever likens Aciman's approach to Proust's (which is probably everybody who has read both Aciman and Proust.) This is not a Gay Coming of Age Novel, at all; it's an elegy for desire, for memory itself; and it manages to visit that interior terrain of longing most notably visited by A LA RECHERCHE DU TEMPS PERDU, without begging a side-by-side comparison. (Which is a feat in itself. What novelist could really survive a direct comparison to Proust? Best to avoid it.) The frustrations of the novel only become apparent once the spell of Aciman's spare but lovely prose has been broken. While reading it, I never thought to sneer at the clichés, or at the problems of a seventeen year old child of wealthy intellectuals. I was too entranced by the salt breezes and the sunlit stones, and the daily rituals of swimming, breakfast, dissertation work, coffee, dinner guests, town, bed, and the millions of specific new shades of pain that result from each and every moment spent around, and away from, the narrator's object of desire. There are some story frustrations here, to be sure, but from this book, I was only expecting a bit of light escapism for my subway ride. My expectations were so successfully shattered, it was almost uncomfortable to read it in public. "This novel is hot," wrote NYT reviewer Stacey D'Erasmo. Hell, yes. The heat here is not the heat of sex acts, however, (though there is that) but the heat of an ever-building, single-minded, raw-gutted longing, and the pain of remembering it. The heat is the agony of obsession, when any solitary glance or casual exchange can be sharpened with two, three, ten edges of conflicting meaning. I don't know that I've ever read a book so relentlessly accurate in its detailing of each precise doubt and hope, but mostly doubt, that colors any interaction or lack of interaction with the object of one's desire. These precise doubts are separated out and distilled purely and tightly and lucidly by Aciman. He just does not let up. This was the great surprise of CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, for me. As much as I thought I'd want to throw this book down at times, I almost missed my stop because it would not let me go.

  6. 5 out of 5

    Kai

    “If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.” This book has been on my to-read list for a few years, but now that the film is set to be released, I believed it was time to get going and pick it up once and for all. From what I had seen of the film - that is shirtless Armie Hammer and not much else because I wanted to read the book before even watching the trailer - and from what I had heard about the book, I was “If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.” This book has been on my to-read list for a few years, but now that the film is set to be released, I believed it was time to get going and pick it up once and for all. From what I had seen of the film - that is shirtless Armie Hammer and not much else because I wanted to read the book before even watching the trailer - and from what I had heard about the book, I was up for a promising and exciting read. Oh, and a gay one, too. To be blunt, I expected more. More emotion most of all. Longing and sexual frustration dominated most of the novel, but I was looking for dramatic heartbreak and high emotions. Maybe a tear or two. Maybe I didn't connect enough with Elio, the main character. Sometimes I even disliked him. Then again I understood his aching and longing for a guy that seemed so very much out of reach. What bothered me most was the highbrow narrative style, the thousands upon thousands of cultural references to literature, music and art. I felt like someone had slapped me with a travelling guide and a Latin dictionary over and over again. It seemed pretentious and took away my interest in the novel. The writing was beautiful at times and overwhelming at others. Sentences were much too long and seemed never-ending. Pretentious, again. I can't decide if I want to give this two or three stars - I might change the rating again later. It's not that I disliked the novel, on the contrary, sometimes it was like a dream: Italian food prepared by a personal cook, strolling on the beach, lazing around in the sun, handsome and interesting people around night and day. The openness with which Aciman wrote the gay sex scenes surprised me positively. But especially towards the end, it almost bored me, for reasons that I already mentioned above. However, I have high hopes for the film adaption. It has the chance to develop the feelings and the relationship between Elio and Oliver much better and to actually make me feel something. Find more of my books on Instagram

  7. 4 out of 5

    Claudia Ramírez

    4.5 stars Fue un libro encantador. Y cada que lo proceso más, me gusta MÁS. Creo que la primer lectura del año estará en mis mejores lecturas del año. Y TODAVÍA NO VEO LA PELÍCULA PORQUE LA QUIERO VER EN EL CINE. HASTA CUÁNDO, MÉXICO, HASTA CUÁNDO.

  8. 4 out of 5

    William2

    Shattering. This book is a fucking axe to the heart. But because my heart, perhaps yours, too, was broken long ago, no further damage can be done. So maybe then the book's more like a probe, yes, a very discomfiting probe, making a fuller assessment of the wreckage. The book is also a final report of the survey, as such it reminds us of the universality of our suffering. Finally, one thinks, here’s someone who has not only plumbed the depths of heartbreak, but who’s taken excruciatingly detailed Shattering. This book is a fucking axe to the heart. But because my heart, perhaps yours, too, was broken long ago, no further damage can be done. So maybe then the book's more like a probe, yes, a very discomfiting probe, making a fuller assessment of the wreckage. The book is also a final report of the survey, as such it reminds us of the universality of our suffering. Finally, one thinks, here’s someone who has not only plumbed the depths of heartbreak, but who’s taken excruciatingly detailed notes along the way revealing every nuance of the required self-abasement. The result is an astonishing catharsis for the reader. This is what literature at its best can do. Think Aeschylus’s Oresteia, but with an all-mortal cast and without the choruses. I speak here of the novel’s sheer emotional power. For most of the novel the narrative is the first-person thoughts, fantasies, worries, shames and fears of Elio in the summer of his 17th year. The young man is with his parents at their big comfortable summer house on the Italian Riviera. It’s the mid-1980s. The boy’s father is an academic and Oliver, 24, is a young American colleague exchanging some brief work as amanuensis for room and board while finishing his own manuscript. But in the marvelous, big-hearted Italian sense, Oliver, even if for only the six weeks of his stay, is very much a part of the family. Women are alluring to Elio but they are not his predominant fascination this particular summer. Description is thin at first, almost transient, and because the reader’s not distracted by descriptive flights he or she never feels far from the anguish of Elio. Life’s first love is the theme, and this iteration is so fresh, so vivid and beautifully layered, that it’s not to be missed. Among the best parts of the novel are those passages in which Elio—before his intimacy with Oliver begins—imagines what he might say to Oliver, the multiple responses he might at any moment utter in Oliver’s presence, or imagined presence. Elio’s mind is racing with alternative scenarios. Is this even what he wants? He’s not sure but he wants to find out. Matters are thought out and after some new bit of action or information, rethought and modified. The technique reminds me of Philip Roth’s American Pastoral, in which circumstances are similarly considered then reconsidered. There is a mastery of tone here that constantly astonishes and bewilders. Later in the novel, when the description intensifies, it’s as if it has been saved for just these moments of lovemaking, the confidential exchanges between the two in their subsequent walks and swims, their farewell in Rome, the devastating coda. It is the frankness between the two young men that to my mind constitutes the book’s magic. That something as amorphous as desire can be written about with such fluidity and integrity is near miraculous. The wrenching depiction of Elio’s new and utterly discomfiting passion consumes not only him but us as well. In closing, let me say that this book is likely to resound more with those with some mileage on them (real or metaphorical). The prerequisite is suffering. One can’t imagine the novel’s insights and wisdom working their wonders on anyone who hasn’t at some time put everything on the line. The end was simply excruciating yet I couldn't stop reading. Extremely powerful. I will reread this one soon. In terms of achievement, I place Call Me By Your Name on the same shelf as Madame Bovary and Lolita and, yes, very near Aeschylus too.

  9. 5 out of 5

    David

    How wonderful it is when you find a forever book. We're all Elio, aren't we?

  10. 4 out of 5

    Thomas

    2.5 stars As a gay man, I feel happy seeing queer intimacies receive more acceptance and popularity, as evidenced by this book's film adaptation this year. I appreciate the pulsating emotions of lust and desire in Call Me by Your Name, even if my own first crushes did not manifest into much of anything. However, I struggled to get into this book. The writing felt too distant, intellectual, and heavy for me to immerse myself in Elio and Oliver's world. The book contained so much introspection and 2.5 stars As a gay man, I feel happy seeing queer intimacies receive more acceptance and popularity, as evidenced by this book's film adaptation this year. I appreciate the pulsating emotions of lust and desire in Call Me by Your Name, even if my own first crushes did not manifest into much of anything. However, I struggled to get into this book. The writing felt too distant, intellectual, and heavy for me to immerse myself in Elio and Oliver's world. The book contained so much introspection and I wanted more scenes, to get us into these present moments with the two lovers. And while I understand that the book aims to portray infatuation, I found myself bored at times with Elio's obsession with Oliver. Could he have thought some more about the healthfulness or unhealthfulness of his feelings for Oliver? Or could Andre Aciman have included more details about these characters other than their feelings for one another, to make them both more three-dimensional? I wish we had received more from these characters: more dialogue, more development, and more insight into their desire for one another. Overall, an okay book that I am curious to see as a film, as I predict the movie may better portray the emotions of the book through lush and/or lustful visuals. If you want a high-quality gay romance this holiday season, check out A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz , and Imagine Me Gone and You Are Not a Stranger Here by Adam Haslett. Still, yay for a gay romance garnering attention, even if it does feature two white leads and conventionally attractive characters.

  11. 4 out of 5

    Elyse Walters

    Gorgeous prose elicits vivid emotions ..... This is a beautiful coming of age novel.... absolutely stunning! So passionate - so all consuming! Elio is 17 years old. Every summer his father selects and hosts a doctoral student to stay with them for the summer. Oliver is the summer student - writing his dissertation.... he has come to Rome... wears his Star of David necklace right out in the open. Elio and his family are also Jewish - but most Jews didn’t flaunt their Star of David for anyone to see Gorgeous prose elicits vivid emotions ..... This is a beautiful coming of age novel.... absolutely stunning! So passionate - so all consuming! Elio is 17 years old. Every summer his father selects and hosts a doctoral student to stay with them for the summer. Oliver is the summer student - writing his dissertation.... he has come to Rome... wears his Star of David necklace right out in the open. Elio and his family are also Jewish - but most Jews didn’t flaunt their Star of David for anyone to see .... Elio begins to jog with Oliver ...and swim .....( oh and the descriptions are breathtaking)...and soon Elio is aching to touch Oliver’s skin - every inch of him. Elio’s inner thoughts are brilliant- raw - real ..... “But I loved the fear— if fear it really was— and this they didn’t know, my ancestors. It was the underside of fear I loved, like the smoothest wool found on the underbelly of the coarsest sheep. I loved the boldness that was pushing me forward; it aroused me, because it was born of arousal itself. “You’ll kill me if you stop”—or was it: “I’ll die if you stop”. Each time I hear these words, I couldn’t resist.” “I knock on the glass panel, softly. My heart is beating like crazy. I am afraid of nothing, so why be so frightened? Why? Because everything scares me, because both fear and desire are busy equivocating with each other, with me, I can’t even tell the difference between wanting him to open the door and hoping he stood me up”. I loved it!!!!!!!!! I understand there is a movie ..... I’d like to see it. Yet I haven’t heard anything in my area ( yet?)

  12. 5 out of 5

    Santino Hassell

    This is a beautifully written story of passion, obsession, and possibly love. It's told primarily in the voice of a highly intelligent 17 year old boy living in the Italian Riviera with his family. They are wealthy, have a beautiful villa, and allow tourists to visit, and writers to stay there for the summer. The book is about the obsession the narrator, Elio, has for a young professor named Oliver (one of the writers staying for the summer). The atmosphere is perfectly described. I could picture This is a beautifully written story of passion, obsession, and possibly love. It's told primarily in the voice of a highly intelligent 17 year old boy living in the Italian Riviera with his family. They are wealthy, have a beautiful villa, and allow tourists to visit, and writers to stay there for the summer. The book is about the obsession the narrator, Elio, has for a young professor named Oliver (one of the writers staying for the summer). The atmosphere is perfectly described. I could picture it vividly, possible because I visited the region in the summer of 2013, but primarily because of the writing. Out of the three themes I listed above, I think the primary one is obsession which is why I'm not sure if I consider this a love story. That isn't a flaw in my eyes, but I was often disturbed by the narrator during the first third of the book. It isn't the book's fault. A lot of it has to do with my own personal opinions and my current attitude towards people who have the mindset of Elio as he obsessed over Oliver. At first, his interest seems one-sided, but he becomes so focused on it that it consumes him and makes him toxic at times. He tracks Oliver's movements, his conversations with others, choreographs conversations and interactions, and eventually becomes so obsessed that he considers plotting to turn Oliver against a girl he may have interest in out of jealousy and a need to control him. He seemed to see Oliver as primarily a possession even though Elio has made no move to actually make his own interest and desire apparent. There were two things that snapped me out of my cringing judgment: 1) I had to check myself and remember that Elio is only 17. Extreme emotional responses are more acceptable for a teenager. 2) Elio was aware of how insidious he was being and checked himself. Other than that brief foray, Elio's feelings were well drawn. I could see their interactions, I could feel what he was feeling, and I understood perfectly his moments of doubt and anguish when he felt rejected. It took me back to moments in my life when I was a teenager and in love with a boy, and how every minor moment was monumental in my mind. And how it feels to be hopeful about something when the outcome is ambiguous, or I could fool myself into thinking it was. Primarily for this reason, I give the book four stars. Elio felt real and sometimes that hurt me, but ultimately it helped his story feel real as well. Although 80% of the book is literally "told" by Elio more so than scenes are written out in their entirety, I enjoyed the style. However, the book slowed down a lot for me at the end. I guess you can say, the major conflict had been resolved and my engagement dwindled because I assumed things would tie up neatly in a bow and all would be well. I was wrong, but I still found the pacing and final chapters to be at odds with the beginning of the book. All in all, this is a wonderful coming of age story about a teenage boy who is exploring his sexuality and his first real taste of passion and love. It often felt like I was there beside Elio and Oliver, simultaneously rooting them on while at times wondering if the situation was healthy for either party. Despite my own personal opinions, I can admit that this perfectly captured moments that most people experience in their youth--intense, careless incidents where everything feels important and devastating even if it fades with the end of the season, or the summer, or the semester, but you remember those moments for the rest of your life.

  13. 4 out of 5

    Raquel Brune

    Mira, no os voy a decir nada ni voy a leer otras reseñas porque este libro es demasiado especial y no merece ser arruinado por ningún tipo de juicio enrevesado de que si el argumento, si el narrador o si patatín y patatán. Mi consejo: leedlo, vivirlo, sentidlo, y que cada uno viva su propia experiencia con él positiva o negativa. Ea.

  14. 4 out of 5

    Nhi Nguyễn

    Update: Sau bao tháng ngày đợi mong, cuối cùng thì tôi cũng đã xem được bộ phim “Call me by your name” bản full HD vietsub. Trước khi xem phim, tôi đã vô cùng ấn tượng với câu chuyện tình yêu nồng nhiệt, đắm say nhưng cuối cùng không thể có một kết thúc có hậu của hai nhân vật chính. Đó là một mối tình ngắn ngủi kéo dài vỏn vẹn chỉ 6 tuần, nhưng có sức ảnh hưởng và để lại dư vị mãi mãi về sau cho cả Elio và Oliver. Mối tình ấy diễn ra trên cái nền mùa hè nước Ý vùng Địa Trung Hải, tràn ngập ánh n Update: Sau bao tháng ngày đợi mong, cuối cùng thì tôi cũng đã xem được bộ phim “Call me by your name” bản full HD vietsub. Trước khi xem phim, tôi đã vô cùng ấn tượng với câu chuyện tình yêu nồng nhiệt, đắm say nhưng cuối cùng không thể có một kết thúc có hậu của hai nhân vật chính. Đó là một mối tình ngắn ngủi kéo dài vỏn vẹn chỉ 6 tuần, nhưng có sức ảnh hưởng và để lại dư vị mãi mãi về sau cho cả Elio và Oliver. Mối tình ấy diễn ra trên cái nền mùa hè nước Ý vùng Địa Trung Hải, tràn ngập ánh nắng vàng ấm áp và khung cảnh cổ kính, nên thơ. Khung cảnh ấy, cái ánh vàng của những ngày hè ấm áp đó đã được tái hiện một cách xuất sắc lên màn ảnh, với cái hồ nước nơi Elio và Oliver cùng tắm với nhau, khoảng cỏ rộng nơi mọi người tụ tập chơi bóng chuyền, khu vườn đầy những quả đào, mơ và lựu - những thứ trái cây đậm chất mùa hè, những ly nước mơ ngon lành mát lạnh, những bữa ăn ngoài trời dưới bóng cây, khu thành phố với những tòa nhà, những công trình kiến trúc chứa đựng bề dày lịch sử của nước Ý. Và trên cái nền đó, một mối tình đẹp và khắc khoải đã diễn ra. Timothée Chalamet đóng vai Elio đã lột tả được hoàn toàn cái thần thái của nhân vật: một cậu thiếu niên nhạy cảm, yêu âm nhạc và hết mực si tình, đứng trước một tình cảm mới mẻ và đầy ám ảnh dành cho một người đàn ông lớn hơn mình đến tận 7 tuổi. Elio lao vào tình yêu với Oliver như con thiêu thân lao vào lửa, bất chấp kết cục sau này có là gì; cậu yêu như chưa từng được yêu, như thể chính mối tình đầu, chính tình yêu của tuổi trẻ phải thế: dào dạt, điên cuồng và thẳm sâu. Những khoảnh khắc chờ đợi trong bồn chồn cho đến nửa đêm cho cuộc hẹn đầu tiên giữa hai người; những cảnh làm tình với cô bạn Marzia nhưng mắt vẫn hướng về cái đồng hồ đeo tay, tất cả đã làm nên một Elio của tuổi 17 lần đầu tiên thực sự biết yêu, lần đầu tiên thực sự biết ngóng chờ ai đó, tương tư ai đó. Và ai đó của Elio là Oliver, đã được diễn viên Armie Harmmer hóa thân một cách trọn vẹn, với vẻ ngoài cao ráo, đẹp trai và phong thái như một “movie star”, thổi luồng gió mới vào một mùa hè những tưởng như rất đỗi bình thường ở nước Ý. Trường đoạn khi hai người làm tình với nhau lần đầu tiên, sau đó Oliver thì thầm với Elio rằng: “Call me by your name, and I’ll call you by mine.” (“Hãy gọi anh bằng tên em, và anh sẽ gọi em bằng tên anh.”) đã khiến tôi bật khóc. Tôi khóc vì khoảnh khắc ấy quá đẹp, quá tinh khôi, dẫu nó diễn ra trong bóng tối, bên trong những cánh cửa khép kín của hai căn phòng kế bên nhau. Và tôi khóc bởi vì tôi đã biết trước, rằng dẫu tình yêu ấy có đẹp đến thế nào, tinh khôi đến thế nào, thì cuối cùng, hai người vẫn phải chia tay nhau, vẫn phải bước đi trên những ngã rẽ khác của cuộc đời. Tôi khóc khi thấy Elio khóc, khi cậu dụi đầu vào lòng Oliver mà hỏi anh rằng liệu cậu có bệnh hoạn quá không, khi toàn làm những chuyện kỳ dị cốt chỉ để có anh gần bên, gần hơn nữa; để thỏa mãn cái cơn thèm khát Oliver, thỏa mãn nỗi ám ảnh khát khao của một chàng trai đang lớn dần lên cùng với những cảm xúc mới mẻ mà dữ dội của mình. Cả Timothée Chalamet và Armie Hammer đều là trai thẳng (Armie Hammer thì đã có vợ con đề huề rồi cơ ^^), vậy mà khi xem phim, đố ai biết được họ không phải là gay, vì chemistry của họ trên màn ảnh quá tuyệt; những cảnh hai nhân vật ôm ấp nhau cứ tự nhiên và tình cảm vô cùng. Phim đã cố gắng đưa được gần như toàn bộ những chi tiết chính của cuốn tiểu thuyết lên phim, nhưng nhìn chung cả hai khác nhau về cách miêu tả câu chuyện, dù chúng đều kể về một câu chuyện giống nhau. Nếu cuốn sách mang trong lòng nó sự dữ dội và ngây ngất của tình dục, của mối kết nối “tuy hai mà một” giữa Elio và Oliver, thì cá nhân tôi thấy phim làm nhẹ nhàng hơn nhiều, nhưng vẫn rất có chiều sâu. Có lẽ vì phim đi theo hướng nghệ thuật, nên cảnh tình dục cũng có, nhưng không đến nỗi quá phô bày hay gây kích động mạnh, trừ cảnh sex của Elio và Marzia (chứ nếu làm y xì như trong sách chắc đã bị gọi là phim kích dục rồi :D). Đến cả cảnh Elio “fuck the peach” (là cảnh nổi bật và gây ấn tượng mạnh nhất của cuốn tiểu thuyết) cũng được làm khá nhẹ nhàng và có phần đáng yêu :D. Thay vì chuyển tải sự dữ dội của bản truyện gốc, phim đã sử dụng cảnh vật và bầu không khí nước Ý đầy hoài cổ những năm 1980s để kể lại câu chuyện tình khắc khoải của Elio và Oliver. Tông màu vàng ấm của mùa hè cùng nhịp điệu kể chuyện chậm rãi, lời thoại ít, chừa những khoảng không im ắng cho diễn viên diễn xuất đã định hình cách kể chuyện của bộ phim. Ở đây, tôi không bàn luận giữa sách và phim, cái nào hay hơn, bởi mỗi cái đều có những nét riêng đầy cuốn hút của mình. Nhưng cho dù nét riêng ấy có là gì, thì ở tận sâu trong trung tâm của “Call me by your name”, cả bản sách và bản phim, luôn là một câu chuyện đáng để đọc, để xem, để trải nghiệm và cảm nhận, dẫu bằng ngôn ngữ điện ảnh hay ngôn ngữ văn chương. Câu chuyện này đặc biệt và đáng đọc đến nỗi, sau khi xem phim xong, tôi đã buộc mình phải suy nghĩ lại và cho cuốn sách 5 sao thay vì 4 sao như lúc đầu. Cách truyền tải của tác giả có khó hiểu một chút thì đã sao chứ? Về cơ bản, câu chuyện của "Call me by your name" đã quá tuyệt vời và xứng đáng được nằm trong hàng ngũ những cuốn sách 5 sao trên kệ sách của tôi :)) Xem phim giúp tôi hiểu nhiều hơn về nhân vật cha của Elio, một người cha vô cùng tâm lý mà tôi ước ao tất cả những ai thuộc cộng đồng LGBT đều có trong cuộc đời. Đoạn gần kết phim, sau khi Elio đã chia tay Oliver ở ga tàu hỏa và được mẹ chở về nhà, cha của Elio đã chia sẻ với cậu những suy nghĩ và cảm nhận của ông về những gì Elio đã có cùng với Oliver: một điều đặc biệt hiếm hoi và tuyệt đẹp. Và còn những lời khuyên nhủ đúc kết từ chính kinh nghiệm cùng những tiếc nuối của ông về những gì ông đã bỏ lỡ trong đời nữa: “Then let me say one more thing. It'll clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you two have. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business, just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now, there's sorrow, pain. Don't kill it and with it the joy you've felt.” Đoạn kết tràn đầy sự dang dở của một mối tình không viên mãn sẽ gây đớn đau và thổn thức cho nhiều người. Nhưng đối với tôi, cái kết đó là hợp lý. Vì ở thời điểm đó, cái thời mà quyền LGBT vẫn còn là một khái niệm quá xa vời, một mối tình đồng tính có thể đi đến đâu? Nếu Elio và Oliver đến được với nhau, nếu họ muốn xây dựng một gia đình của riêng mình, ai sẽ cho phép họ nhận con nuôi? Liệu tình yêu của họ có đủ mạnh mẽ, đủ sâu sắc để vượt qua những dị nghị và dòm ngó của người đời? Gia đình Elio thì tâm lý quá rồi, nhưng còn gia đình của Oliver? Anh đã nói với Elio qua điện thoại là cha anh sẽ đưa anh vào trại cải huấn nếu anh dám công khai tình yêu của mình với Elio và chọn cách ở bên cậu. Và còn cả những kỳ vọng của gia đình và xã hội vào một người đàn ông có học vấn như Oliver nữa. Đơn giản là ở thời điểm đó, một cặp tình nhân đồng tính với tuổi đời trẻ như Elio và Oliver không có nhiều sự lựa chọn để có thể tiếp tục cuộc sống của mình mà không phải hối tiếc vì những quyết định mình đưa ra... Nghe đâu phim sẽ có phần 2 (ra mắt vào năm 2020), nên thành ra khúc cuối chỉ tiết lộ Oliver chuẩn bị làm đám cưới thôi, chứ không có khúc 20 năm sau khi Oliver trở lại ngôi nhà của gia đình Elio ở Ý, dắt theo vợ cùng hai đứa con trai :)) Sách thì chỉ có một cuốn, nên nếu phim làm phần 2 thì chắc chắn là sẽ tự viết kịch bản rồi ^^ Trước mắt hy vọng mùa “hốt vàng” Oscars sắp tới, phim “Call me by your name” sẽ được đề cử ở hạng mục “Best Picture”, “Best Adapted Screenplay”, “Best Cinematography”, “Best Score”, “Best Song” (mợ ơi cái bài “Mystery of Love” quá hay và quá hợp với không khí của phim ahhhh!!!!), đạo diễn Luca Guadagnino sẽ được đề cử “Best Director”, Timothée Chalamet thì được đề cử “Best Actor in a Leading Role” và Armie Hammer thì được đề cử “Best Actor in a Supporting Role”. Chỉ cần được đề cử thôi là mừng thôi ha ha :D P. S.: Trong phim thấy nhân vật Elio nói chuyện với Marzia bằng tiếng Pháp, dù khi đọc sách mình không nhớ cô bé này có phải người Pháp không (nhớ là nguyên dàn nhân vật trừ anh Oliver ra là người Ý hết cả…) nên đang thắc mắc (vì câu chuyện diễn ra ở Ý mà lại nói tiếng Pháp :D). Không lẽ tại Timothée Chalamet biết tiếng Pháp chứ không phải tiếng Ý nên cho ẻm nói tiếng Pháp luôn ha ha :)))) Coi phim xong chỉ muốn như cha mẹ của Elio, có một ngôi nhà ở miền Địa Trung Hải của Ý và một khu vườn rộng đầy hoa cùng cây ăn quả, ngày ngày được ngắm cảnh đẹp, ra vườn ngồi đọc sách, chán chê rồi thì đi bơi hồ, tắm sông, tới hè thì được ăn quả ngon, riêng mỗi ngày đều được ăn đồ Ý ở ngoài sân vườn :)) Cuộc đời đẹp đơn giản thế thôi, chứ cũng không dám mơ có được một tình yêu nồng nhiệt và dữ dội như của Elio và Oliver đâu :D Old review: Mùa hè những năm 1980s. Một tòa biệt thự nhìn ra vùng biển Địa Trung Hải ở Ý. Elio, năm đó mới chỉ là chàng trai 17 tuổi, cùng cha mẹ đón vị khách đến ở trọ ở khu biệt thự mà mỗi năm họ đều cho giới văn sĩ thuê để viết sách. Ngay từ lần đầu tiên nhìn thấy Oliver - giảng viên đại học kiêm nhà văn người Mỹ đến Ý để giám sát việc dịch thuật cuốn sách của anh - bước ra khỏi chiếc xe taxi dừng trước cổng nhà, Elio đã trúng tiếng sét ái tình với người đàn ông hơn mình 7 tuổi. Oliver đẹp trai sáng ngời, một kiểu “movie star” như mẹ của Elio miêu tả, một làn gió đậm mùi nam tính có thể đánh gục bất cứ ai. Anh xuất hiện như một thỏi nam châm giữa vùng biển mùa hè của nước Ý, chinh phục những cô gái trẻ trong vùng, trở thành trung tâm của khu biệt thự và đồng thời đánh cắp trái tim của Elio. Tình cảm mà Elio dành cho Oliver là một thứ tình cảm gây nghiện, và trong con mắt của cậu là thật đáng xấu hổ biết bao. Nhưng cậu không thể nào buộc tâm trí và trái tim mình thôi thổn thức vì chàng văn sĩ mang dáng dấp của một diễn viên điện ảnh. Bề ngoài, Elio cố gắng duy trì một thái độ dửng dưng, thờ ơ với vị khách của gia đình, nhưng bên trong, từng ngày từng giờ, chàng trai trẻ phải đối mặt nỗi dằn vặt đớn đau mang tên nỗi thèm khát. Đó là nỗi thèm khát được chạm vào Oliver, được cảm giác thân thể của người đàn ông 24 tuổi kế bên mình, ở trên mình, sâu trong cơ thể mình. Elio khát khao được sống trong cơ thể của Oliver, được là Oliver, và để Oliver trở thành cậu. Cậu đàn những bản nhạc của Bhrams và Haydn cho Oliver nghe, cùng vị khách đàm đạo về văn học thế giới. Cậu phát hiện đũng quần mình ướt nhẹp vì kích thích bởi sự có mặt của Oliver trong phòng cậu; và cậu cũng ướt như thế khi lẻn vào phòng người mình yêu để mặc trộm những bộ đồ của Oliver, để được cảm nhận chút gì đó của Oliver thông qua những thứ đã chạm vào da thịt của vị khách. Cậu nằm mơ, những giấc mơ phản ánh cái khát khao cháy bỏng của cậu đối với Oliver, cái ước vọng thẳm sâu và mãnh liệt muốn được Oliver chú ý đến, được Oliver đáp lại tình yêu, được hòa quyện cùng Oliver trên giường, của cậu hay của Oliver đều được. Elio tự nhận mình đã từng có vài mối tình thoáng qua, và đã từng ngủ với rất nhiều cô gái. Nhưng cậu đâu ngờ mối tình đầu thật sự của cậu, lần đầu tiên trong đời cậu cảm nhận được việc khao khát một người là như thế nào, lại có thể mãnh liệt và giày vò tâm can đến như vậy. Bất chấp tất cả những hành vi nhỏ nhặt, những biểu hiện có thể tiết lộ một điều gì khác hơn chỉ là một tình bạn đơn thuần giữa hai người đàn ông, Oliver vẫn đối xử với Elio với một thái độ dửng dưng y hệt, một thái độ đã đốt cháy tâm hồn chàng trai trẻ trong những nỗi nghi ngờ. Elio nghi ngờ Oliver đã ngủ với toàn bộ phụ nữ trong vùng, và thay vì ghen tuông, thay vì thu hết can đảm để thổ lộ lòng mình, Elio lại thấy mình cương cứng trước cái hình ảnh Oliver quan hệ tình dục với một cô gái khác diễu ra trước mắt cậu. Cậu chấp nhận yêu trong câm lặng và tuyệt vọng, chấp nhận duy trì cái trạng thái đau khổ cùng cực trong lòng, đâu biết rằng Oliver thực ra cũng đáp lại tình cảm của cậu. Và theo sau cái đau khổ đó là những nụ hôn của hai người trên ngọn đồi nhìn ra quảng trường nhỏ, nơi mà theo lời Elio là địa điểm họa sĩ thiên tài người Pháp Claude Monet đã từng vẽ tranh. Những buổi chiều cùng nhau đạp xe. Chuyến đi tới hiệu sách. Elio bí mật làm tình với Marzia - một cô gái trong vùng, chỉ để cố gắng quên đi thứ tình cảm đầy xấu hổ cậu cảm nhận được với một người đàn ông. Và rồi tình cảm ấy đã được thổ lộ. Những cuộc hẹn bí mật vào buổi tối, được thông báo bằng những tờ ghi chú nhỏ nhét vào dưới cửa phòng. Và sự bùng nổ của cảm xúc, của tình yêu, của những đêm làm tình mê mệt, say sưa, choáng váng. Tình dục và rất nhiều tình dục, thứ tình dục đắm say, gắn kết, đau đớn nhưng cũng đầy thỏa mãn; thứ tình dục giữa hai người đàn ông, hay đúng hơn là giữa một người đàn ông đã trưởng thành và một chàng trai mới lớn đang khám phá những gì thuộc về tình yêu và bản thể của mình. Thứ tình dục ở mức tột cùng nhưng không hề bệnh hoạn, thứ tình dục đã biến Elio trở thành Oliver và Oliver trở thành Elio. Và trong những đêm như thế, khi Elio cảm nhận được Oliver đang ở sâu trong cơ thể mình, cậu đã gọi người mình yêu bằng tên của chính mình, như cái cách Oliver đã gọi cậu bằng chính tên của anh. “Call Me By Your Name” không chỉ là câu chuyện tình của hai người đàn ông; nó còn là câu chuyện của riêng Elio, của một chàng trai lần đầu tiên trong đời khám phá sức mạnh của mối tình đầu, một mối tình mặc dù chỉ kéo dài trong 6 tuần Oliver lưu lại Ý, nhưng lại ám ảnh khôn nguôi. Một mối tình như ánh sao băng, xoẹt ngang qua bầu trời, để rồi toàn bộ mọi thứ bùng nổ trong những đợt sắc màu không sao tả nổi. Elio vật lộn với tình cảm mới mẻ này, vật lộn với việc có còn nên xem nó là thứ tình cảm đáng xấu hổ và tội lỗi. Cậu tiếp tục những giờ làm tình bí mật với Marzia, coi nó như là một thứ để cân bằng lại với mối tình giữa hai người đàn ông mà cậu đang duy trì với Oliver. Để rồi sau cùng Elio nhận ra, chỉ có những gì cậu đã trải qua với Oliver là những gì sẽ đi vào ký ức của cậu - một trải nghiệm mãi mãi thay đổi con người cậu, thay đổi những gì cậu nhìn nhận về chính mình. Nói một cách khác hơn, “Call Me By Your Name” còn là hành trình của một chàng trai khám phá bản dạng giới tính của bản thân, cùng lúc có một mối tình đáng nhớ với một người mà vì cách trở về địa lý và sự ngăn trở của tư tưởng thời đại, sẽ không còn là của cậu. Elio vay mượn thời gian của hiện tại để níu giữ những giờ phút còn lại với Oliver bằng chuyến đi đến thủ đô Rome. Và tại đây, cậu tiếp tục những ngày hạnh phúc hiếm hoi của cuộc đời bên cạnh Oliver và những người bạn, bên những quán bar, những cốc rượu mạnh, bằng đôi bàn tay của Oliver đỡ cậu khi cậu ói dọc vệ đường. Và nhất là, bằng nụ hôn đắm say Oliver trao tặng cho cậu trong con ngõ vắng, khi anh đẩy chàng trai trẻ vào bức tường và buộc cậu phải ghì một chân vào chân anh - nụ hôn đã mãi mãi biến nơi đó trở thành nơi kỷ niệm của hai người, của một mối tình đã rơi vào quá vãng. Kết thúc chuyến đi tới Rome, Elio về lại nhà, trong khi Oliver quay về Mỹ. Ít lâu sau, Oliver liên lạc lại để thông báo về việc anh sắp kết hôn, bởi lẽ, đồng tính ở thời điểm đó vẫn là một đề tài cấm kỵ, và hai người đàn ông yêu nhau thì làm sao đây để có thể trọn vẹn đến với nhau mà không hối tiếc điều gì? Oliver chỉ còn biết cách tiếp tục sống cuộc đời của mình, trở thành cha của hai đứa con trai, và thảng hoặc, vào những ngày lễ, sẽ trở về lại khu biệt thự đó, bên bờ biển Địa Trung Hải, nơi tình yêu của anh đã thay đổi một con người. Và đúng như thể một ánh sao băng, hay một ánh chớp chói lòa, tất cả những gì họ đã có trước đây - sự thân mật cực điểm đến nỗi không gì có thể chia lìa - là những gì họ chỉ có thể trải nghiệm được một lần duy nhất. Nó đẹp và mong manh như chính số phận của hai người đàn ông giờ đây rẽ sang hai hướng khác biệt. Nó bừng lên và vụt tắt chỉ trong một lần, nhưng dư âm của nó thì ở lại mãi mãi, bên trong ký ức và tâm trí của hai con người, vào cái mùa hè đó, 20 năm về trước, khi Elio mới chỉ là chàng trai 17 tuổi, còn Oliver đã là một chàng trai giữa tuổi 20. Câu từ của tác giả André Aciman đẹp như thứ ngôn ngữ chúng ta chỉ tìm thấy được ở trong thơ; nó đẹp và ám ảnh bởi khả năng phân tích và giãi bày tâm lý cũng như tình cảm nhân vật. Theo dấu lời kể của Elio, tôi say mê dõi theo câu chuyện tình của cậu và Oliver, đau đớn những khi cậu đau đớn, hạnh phúc những khi cậu hạnh phúc, trăn trở những khi cậu trăn trở, suy tư những khi cậu suy tư. Tác giả cũng đã tài tình dựng nên cái nền là khung cảnh mùa hè rực nắng và khó quên ở nước Ý - khung cảnh của gió, bãi cỏ, mùi biển, tiếng ve kêu, những giấc ngủ ban trưa, hồ bơi, những trái mơ và đào chín ửng. Mùa hè là mùa của tự do, của những chuyến phiêu lưu, của sự khám phá, và đặc biệt là của những mối tình bí mật. Chắc có lẽ đây là lý do mà tác giả đã lựa chọn mùa hè làm nền cho câu chuyện của mình. Điểm trừ duy nhất của “Call Me By Your Name” có lẽ là việc sử dụng nhiều khi quá mức chất thơ và chất triết lý trong những suy ngẫm của Elio, dẫn đến việc nhiều câu văn quá dài, đọc một hồi mới hiểu tác giả đang muốn nói gì (nhiều khi đọc hoài mà cũng chẳng hiểu luôn…). P.S.: Mới biết là cuốn tiểu thuyết này đã được dựng thành phim, sẽ ra rạp vào ngày 24/11 năm nay ^^ Chưa gì mà trên trang Rotten Tomatoes critics đã chấm 100% rồi nè :D https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/call... Trong sách có đoạn Elio have sex với trái đào, tại hình dáng trái đào nhìn giống cái mông người quá, làm ẻm liên tưởng tới phần dưới của Oliver :D Thêm cái vụ bên trong trái đào thì nhìn giống anus (anus nghĩa là gì thì mời dò từ điển ^^), làm ẻm nghĩ tới Oliver tiếp, nên là ẻm mới quyết định fuck the peach. Nói chung cảnh đó bạo liệt lắm, đọc mà nóng cả người :D Rồi cha nội Oliver đi vô, thấy Elio đang nằm thỏa mãn phủ phê trên giường, bên cạnh là hai miếng đào bị tách ra, bên trong còn chứa đầy tinh dịch của ẻm. Cha nội khoái quá, cầm lên ăn ngon lành, kiểu giống như là “cái gì của em anh cũng yêu hết. Những gì thuộc về em nếu có chết thì phải chết bên trong người anh” :D Nghe đồn lên phim ông đạo diễn quyết định làm cảnh đó luôn, mà đang không biết diễn viên diễn thế nào đây =))))) Phân đoạn quá nhạy cảm :)))) Rồi cái nữa là không biết khi phim được mua về VN chiếu thì sẽ có bị censored không, censored nhiêu phần nữa… (nếu censored hết thì mất mợ nó những chi tiết hay rồi). Mà quan trọng là VN có ai dám mua phim về chiếu không đây… Cái ải kiểm duyệt ở nước ta cũng ghê gớm lắm...

  15. 5 out of 5

    Julie

    A friend of mine took me to a French film festival when I was in my 20s. The first movie we watched was about a creepy little 12 or 13 year old kid who stole a piece of raw liver from his mother's kitchen and proceeded to have relations with it. He then returned the liver to the kitchen, where his mother lovingly (and none the wiser) proceeded to cook the organ meat for her family, and then we, the audience, were subjected to watching them all eat it. The little creep then got bored with stealin A friend of mine took me to a French film festival when I was in my 20s. The first movie we watched was about a creepy little 12 or 13 year old kid who stole a piece of raw liver from his mother's kitchen and proceeded to have relations with it. He then returned the liver to the kitchen, where his mother lovingly (and none the wiser) proceeded to cook the organ meat for her family, and then we, the audience, were subjected to watching them all eat it. The little creep then got bored with stealing and sullying the family's groceries, so he started having relations with a neighborhood cat. It was at this point that I stood up and announced to my friend, “I'll be at the car. Join me when you're ready.” That night that movie made it clear to me that we just don't need to sit through every program or movie or read through every book. Not every aspect of “art” is made for us in mind. It's true that sometimes we should consider stretching our comfort zones and not always abandon something because it makes us slightly uncomfortable. But, it may also be true that sometimes something is just plain disgusting to our senses. This book, Call Me By Your Name could fall into either (or both categories) depending upon your perspective. My grandmother, who was born in 1923, was from a different time, and never, within her lifetime, became comfortable with the topic of homosexuality (to be honest, she wasn't all that comfortable with the topic of heterosexuality). Hers was not a religious bias, more a cultural one, but naturally many religious perspectives against homosexuality exist still today. This book would not have been palatable to my grandmother for that reason, and is not for everyone. I, on the other hand, have no religious or cultural bias against stories that explore sexual relations between any consenting adults. And, the homosexual relationship that happens here is actually the most palatable one to me in the entire story. To be frank, I was cheering on the Elio-Oliver relationship right from the start. THIS was not my problem. But, I'd LOVE to tell you what was. First off, this kid Elio is the most unrealistic 17-year-old character (unless you want to include any character from Jaws) I've come across in a while. Nothing about him seems legitimate, from his completely unrealistic grasp of translating the most difficult musical masterpieces to expressing insecurities about himself but then boldly proclaiming himself sexually to a man seven years to his senior. Absolutely none of his dialogue is believable and he remains a totally unformed character, from beginning to end. AND. . . not only was I perpetually frustrated with Mr. Unformed and Mr. Inauthentic Voice, I then needed to journey with him on his secret, perverted mission of finding his Dreamboy's dirty bathing suit and rubbing it all over his face and then “kissing every corner of it,” only to find himself disappointed that he didn't find any pubic hair. People, a creeper did this to my mother's dirty underwear in college and she and my father called the cops. Get it? That ain't sexy, that's creepy. And then. . . oh boy. Now (grab me a Xanax, will you?). . . the peach scene. Argh. Crumble. The peach scene on page 147 is where I closed the book and declared again, “I'll be at the car. Join me when you're ready.” I'll try to spare you the spoilers and just say that, instead of raw liver, this young man sullies a very good peach, and afterwards thinks: What a crazy thing this was. I let myself hang back, holding the fruit in both hands, grateful that I hadn't gotten the sheet dirty with either juice or come. The bruised and damaged peach, like a rape victim, lay on its side on my desk, shamed, loyal, aching, and confused, struggling not to spill what I'd left inside. EXCUSE ME?? Like a “rape victim. . . shamed, loyal, aching, and confused??” Shame on you, Mr. Aciman, for this disgusting and inappropriate metaphor. You have pissed me off, sir! Your book will remain UNFINISHED by me.

  16. 5 out of 5

    Judith

    5+Stars. One of my top reads this year,without any doubt. I read this weeks ago and still can't find the words to express how much I loved it. All I can say is, -it's beautiful, -it made me happy, -it made me sad, -it just made me Feel,so many emotions. -the writing is just stunning. Read Nick's review,because he's said it perfectly. Favourite quotes, Let summer never end, let him never go away, let the music on perpetual replay play forever, I’m asking for very little, and I swear I’ll ask for nothing m 5+Stars. One of my top reads this year,without any doubt. I read this weeks ago and still can't find the words to express how much I loved it. All I can say is, -it's beautiful, -it made me happy, -it made me sad, -it just made me Feel,so many emotions. -the writing is just stunning. Read Nick's review,because he's said it perfectly. Favourite quotes, Let summer never end, let him never go away, let the music on perpetual replay play forever, I’m asking for very little, and I swear I’ll ask for nothing more. There is a law somewhere that says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must unavoidably be smitten as well. Amor ch’a null’amato amar perdona. Love, which exempts no one who’s loved from loving To look up and find you there, Oliver. For the day will come soon enough when I’ll look up and you’ll no longer be there. “Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine,” which I’d never done in my life before and which, as soon as I said my own name as though it were his, took me to a realm I never shared with anyone in my life before, or since. Cannot recommended highly enough.

  17. 4 out of 5

    Evgnossia O'Hara

    Μπορείτε να δείτε την βιβλιοσυζήτηση που έκανα για το αριστούργημα αυτό, στο κανάλι μου, στο YouTube, πατώντας εδώ! I've finished this book almost a week ago but I'm not able to stop thinking about it. A generator of emotions. Thought provoking. Beautiful writing style. And at the same time, raw and real. The ending left me with my heart shattered into million pieces. I swear guys, I'm still collecting those pieces. I mean it is not only about a love story. It is about the choices we make in our Μπορείτε να δείτε την βιβλιοσυζήτηση που έκανα για το αριστούργημα αυτό, στο κανάλι μου, στο YouTube, πατώντας εδώ! I've finished this book almost a week ago but I'm not able to stop thinking about it. A generator of emotions. Thought provoking. Beautiful writing style. And at the same time, raw and real. The ending left me with my heart shattered into million pieces. I swear guys, I'm still collecting those pieces. I mean it is not only about a love story. It is about the choices we make in our lives and the result of those choices. The results that affect a lot of people at once. The most stunning message the story left me with is that people fall in love with the souls. Not with the beauty of the faces and the bodies but with the beauty of a soul. So real. So beautiful. So raw. Πάω να μαζέψω τα σπασμένα κομμάτια της καρδιάς μου... Καταπληκτικό βιβλίο!

  18. 4 out of 5

    Cecily

    “ We are not written for one instrument alone. ” Do you remember longing for something, someone (“Intoxicated rapture” and “The twisted skein of desire”), while worrying about the implications? Fear of rejection - and of acceptance? I do. This is an achingly slow, beautiful, microscopic analysis of the glittering facets of identity. They’re painfully and joyously revealed during the fluctuating and confusing experiences of late adolescence. Hunger and fear. “I loved the fear.” Desire and shame. S “ We are not written for one instrument alone. ” Do you remember longing for something, someone (“Intoxicated rapture” and “The twisted skein of desire”), while worrying about the implications? Fear of rejection - and of acceptance? I do. This is an achingly slow, beautiful, microscopic analysis of the glittering facets of identity. They’re painfully and joyously revealed during the fluctuating and confusing experiences of late adolescence. Hunger and fear. “I loved the fear.” Desire and shame. Shame that becomes a route to total intimacy. The emotions are universal, if not the specific permutations and situations. If that were not possible, genres like fantasy and murder mysteries could not succeed. Know Yourself Perhaps the most important task of adolescence is to understand oneself. Only then can one truly begin to understand others. Oliver, at 24, seems very sure of himself - and everyone else. The impetus of the story is 17-year old Elio’s struggle to achieve the same, occasionally aided by the tactful, understated empathy of his father. “If there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out.” (His mother is almost irrelevant.) Hiders “People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.” I hide in books. I expect many GoodReaders do. But it’s not because I dislike myself (though there’s room for self-improvement). It’s an escape from ordinary me, in ordinary life. Books are safe spaces where I can confront the truth. By hiding in books, I can learn about the world, and about myself. Photo: fortune cookie “To truly find yourself you should play hide and seek alone.” Unity “Having someone’s body to touch and being that someone we’re longing to touch are one and the same, just opposite banks on a river that passes from us to them… This perpetual circuit where the chambers of the heart, like the trapdoors of desire, and the wormholes of time, and the false-bottomed drawer we call identity share a beguiling logic according to which the shortest distance between real life and the life unlived, between who we are and what we want, is a twisted staircase designed with the impish cruelty of MC Escher.” The deepest intimacy of all is when two become one, where each can call the other by caller’s name. “Is it your body that I want… or do I want to slip into it and own it as if it were my own?” Where that one becomes many: brother, friend, father, son, husband, lover, self. Thence comes self-knowledge. “He was my secret conduit to myself.” Exquisite, intimate, poignant. Peaches and feet feature notably, separately, sexually. Duality We seek unity, and we have one life and one body, but most of us live as if we have two: “one is the mockup and the other is the finished version”. The job of poetry and wine is “to help us see double”. Is that a good thing? Fluidity "Bakers and butchers don't compete." Because Elio and Oliver sail on open waters of identity and sexuality, there’s no need for labels, no need to be bisexual or male to relate to them. Their unstated (at the time) bond of shared secular Judaism was more elusive to me. Sexuality is a spectrum; some move along it, while others stick at one point on it. Personality, behaviour, or circumstances? This article explains, “same-sex relations were viewed in pre-modern times as merely a predilection or practice, whereas during the 19th century they came to be considered an innate nature, an identity” and "rather than a hetero/homosexual dichotomy, the two sexualities are defined by penetrating and being penetrated." Gender can be fluid, too. A peripheral character had formative experiences in Thailand, and was picked up by a ladyboy. Gay Romance Don’t let the book blurb or film trailer let you think this is a gay romance (not that there’s anything wrong with them, but this is not one). My first impressions were about the importance of first impressions in setting our path, our fate. I experienced the “promises of instant affinities” from the first page, and that held firm beyond the last page. It’s a bildungsroman told by a middle-aged man looking back to a summer in the mid 1980s, when he was 17: a boy who liked girls and was struck by a passion for a slightly older man who also liked girls. Oliver was staying with Elio's family in Italy for six weeks: that year's promising grad student. The setting is a lush and elemental component of the story. It could not have happened the same way in the US or UK. Elio dips in and out of his memories, showing how his typical teen uncertainty, coupled with his atypical academic and self-analytical approach, affect them both, throughout their lives. Just as he imagined: "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." It’s not clear who he’s telling the story to or why. He refers to the diary he kept at the time, but he observes “I’d written it down in my diary but omitted to say I had dreamt it. I wanted to come back years later and believe, if only for a moment.” He remembers “‘repeat’ moments”, but not necessarily the sequence. By the end, I wondered how relevant it was that Elio and Oliver were both male, rather as I did with Brokeback Mountain (see my review HERE) and the dwarfism of the lead character in the film The Station Agent. Here, the taboo, inasmuch as there is one, is Elio’s youth, the age gap, and Oliver’s position as guest. Consent “Does this make you happy?” and “You sure you want this?” and “Can I kiss you?” Consent is of recurring importance here. Ten years after it was published, it is topical in the aftermath of Harvey Weinstein and #MeToo. But as in real life, sometimes the messages are mixed: “Please, don’t hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want.” Later “I’d lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover.” We learn something of Oliver’s life decades hence, but almost nothing of Elio’s. That balances the fact that for most of the book we know every nuance of Elio’s thoughts, but can only infer Oliver’s. Quotes • “The promise of so much bliss hovering a fingertip away.” • “The soft wind training exhalations from our garden up the stairs to my bedroom.” • “Awakened by the rich brown cloistral scent of coffee.” • “There are certain wishes that must be clipped like wings off a thriving butterfly.” • “What startles virgins on being touched for the first time by the person they desire: he stirs nerves in them they never knew existed and that produce far, far more disturbing pleasures than they are used to on their own.” • “Wanting to test desire is nothing more than a ruse to get what we want without admitting that we want it.” • “The kind of lovemaking that can run circles round time.” • “Scrambling for something to say, the way a fish struggles for water in a muddied pond that’s fast drying up in the heat.” • “Unreal and sticky goblin lanes that seemed to lead to a different, nether realm you entered in a state of stupor and wonderment.” • “I intentionally failed to drop breadcrumbs for my return journey; instead, I ate them.” • “By not planning to keep things alive, we were avoiding the prospect that they might ever die.” • “We were eloping together with return-trip tickets to different destinations.” • “That summer, our lives had scarcely touched, but we had crossed to the other bank… We had found the stars… And this is given only once.” UPDATE re Film I've just seen the film, and unlike many GR fans of the book, I was very disappointed. • It looks gorgeous: Italian sun and scenery, and some subtly clever cinematography, particularly with the relative positioning of characters in the scene. • It sounds good, too, which matters, given the importance of music in the story, especially Elio. • Whereas the recent adaptation of On Chesil Beach added a significant postscript to the story that changed the meaning of the main story (see my review here), this omitted the rather pointless postscript of the book. But: • I didn't feel the warmth, let alone the passion. I didn't believe the characters, let alone their relationship. • It felt somehow prurient in a way the book did not, but that may just be me. • The father was creepy, rather than empathetic. • A seminal trip was to beautiful countryside, rather than Rome. Why? Film details on imdb here.

  19. 4 out of 5

    jessica

    im flustered. im at a loss. im reeling from a multitude of thoughts and feelings. oh, where do i even start with a book like this? the story? the characters? the prose? there was a little too much introspection for my liking. i prefer my books to have some sort of consistent plot/action to follow, but the writing, the way in which elio expressed himself, totally made up for it. the writing made my soul sing. yes, it was little bit pretentious, a little too intellectual. but goodness me. i would im flustered. im at a loss. im reeling from a multitude of thoughts and feelings. oh, where do i even start with a book like this? the story? the characters? the prose? there was a little too much introspection for my liking. i prefer my books to have some sort of consistent plot/action to follow, but the writing, the way in which elio expressed himself, totally made up for it. the writing made my soul sing. yes, it was little bit pretentious, a little too intellectual. but goodness me. i would be lying if i didnt say the prose was absolutely stunning. honestly, just read this: ‘and on that evening when we grow older still we will speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. and we will want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.’ so gorgeous. for me, the writing took young obsession and infatuation and elevated those feelings to poetic desire and endearment. i really enjoyed reading about elios growth and how his experiences with oliver shaped him. the ending wasnt what i was hoping for, but i felt very satisfied and at peace with the conclusion. which just shows how wonderfully this story was told. overall, this didnt blow me away/astound me as much as all the hype made me believe it would, but i did walk away feeling very touched and comforted. which is exactly what you want from a book like this. <3 ↠ 4 stars

  20. 4 out of 5

    Isa Cantos (Crónicas de una Merodeadora)

    "—¿Te gusta estar solo? —me preguntó. —No. A nadie le gusta estar solo. Pero he aprendido a vivir con ello". No sé ni cómo expresar lo precioso y doloroso que es este libro. Llámame Por Tu Nombre no es sólo una historia más de dos hombres que se enamoran, es una historia de amistad, dudas, pérdida, descubrimiento, familia y, por supuesto, amor. Pero no el amor idílico de los felices por siempre jamás, sino de esos amores que trascienden el tiempo, rompen barreras, sacan sonrisas y lágrimas, cambia "—¿Te gusta estar solo? —me preguntó. —No. A nadie le gusta estar solo. Pero he aprendido a vivir con ello". No sé ni cómo expresar lo precioso y doloroso que es este libro. Llámame Por Tu Nombre no es sólo una historia más de dos hombres que se enamoran, es una historia de amistad, dudas, pérdida, descubrimiento, familia y, por supuesto, amor. Pero no el amor idílico de los felices por siempre jamás, sino de esos amores que trascienden el tiempo, rompen barreras, sacan sonrisas y lágrimas, cambian tu mundo y, aún así, nunca estarán completos del todo. Llámame Por Tu Nombre es de ese tipo de libros cuyo final no es lo más importante, sino todo el viaje emocional que viven Elio y Oliver a lo largo de un verano, de una vida. Los finales felices no importan aquí, lo que importa son los momentos, los besos robados en Roma, las tardes en la piscina, las notas de medianoche y las miradas que lo decían todo. Si bien el ritmo del libro no es el más ágil, sí que es un ritmo que le pega un montón a la historia. Lo que viven Oliver y Elio, a pesar de tener una fecha de caducidad, el final del verano, no se basa en un romance de temporada, no es nada apresurado. La tensión que se construye y que notamos por el punto de vista de Elio, un adolescente que teme y a la vez desea dar rienda suelta a sus más hondos pensamientos y fantasías, es genial. Con cada página que pasa necesitamos que Oliver le dé señales claras a Elio, que compartan una mirada cómplice, que por fin se rindan a los labios del otro... Aciman narra todo de una manera tan real y tan ingenua que nos da igual lo parsimonioso de la historia, pues disfrutamos de cada pensamiento y queremos que la pequeña burbuja de felicidad italiana que viven Elio y Oliver dure para siempre. Llámame Por Tu Nombre tiene la extraña cualidad de narrarse con un tono súper nostálgico que no nos permite olvidar nunca que, por muy especial que haya sido el verano, Oliver seguirá con su vida en Estados Unidos y Elio seguirá pensando en todo lo que vivieron, en todo lo que pudieron ser y en el tiempo que no se puede recuperar. Aciman crea un libro tremendamente triste y nostálgico, pero que nos hace absurdamente felices al leerlo. No me pregunten cómo funciona eso, sencillamente es así. Quizá es el misterio del amor. "Habíamos encontrado las estrellas, tú y yo. Y esto solo se consigue una vez".

  21. 4 out of 5

    Carmen

    He was waiting for me to say something. He was staring at me. This, I think, was the first time I dared myself to stare back at him. Usually, I'd cast a glance and then look away - look away because I didn't want to swim in the lovely, clear pool of his eyes unless I'd been invited to - and I never waited long enough to know whether I was even wanted there; look away because I was too scared to stare anyone back; look away because I didn't want to give anything away; look away because I couldn't He was waiting for me to say something. He was staring at me. This, I think, was the first time I dared myself to stare back at him. Usually, I'd cast a glance and then look away - look away because I didn't want to swim in the lovely, clear pool of his eyes unless I'd been invited to - and I never waited long enough to know whether I was even wanted there; look away because I was too scared to stare anyone back; look away because I didn't want to give anything away; look away because I couldn't acknowledge how much he mattered. Look away because that steely gaze of his always reminded me of how tall he stood and how far below him I ranked. Now, in the silence of the moment, I stared back, not to defy him, or to show I wasn't shy any longer, but to surrender, to tell him this is who I am, this is who you are, this is what I want, there is nothing but truth between us now, and where there's truth there are no barriers, no shifty glances, and if nothing comes of this, let it never be said that either of us was unaware of what might happen. I hadn't a hope left. And maybe I stared back because there wasn't a thing to lose now. I stared back with the all-knowing, I-dare-you-to-kiss-me gaze of someone who both challenges and flees with one and the same gesture. I picked up this book because it was made into a film. No other reason. I really didn't know what to expect. I was shocked to find, from the very first page, beautiful writing that was riveting. Aciman claims to have dashed this off in four months, if that's true then the man is truly blessed. It's exquisite. It's a work of art. It's such beautiful writing that it almost doesn't matter what he's writing about. I'm sure a lot of people said the same thing about The Goldfinch. But, as we know, I have to review the book. We all remember my review of Fates and Furies, and I think most of us can agree that beautiful writing can't save EVERYTHING. Let's begin. So, the basic premise of this book is that a seventeen-year-old's family hosts an intellectual for six weeks every summer because his father is a famous professor. This summer they host Oliver, a twenty-four-year-old professor (assistant prof?) at Columbia. Elio (17) quickly develops a painful and all-consuming crush on Oliver (24). He's never had sex with a man, but has been interested in having sex with a man since he was 14. He picks Oliver to be his first - at least, he hopes and prays and wishes and dreams that Oliver will be his first. Let's break this down. 1.) The book is not a romance novel. Just like The Bridges of Madison County is not a romance novel. Yes, love and sex are involved, but the book is not a romance novel. Just want to make that clear for you up front. 2.) IDEAL LIFE. It's the mid '80s and Elio lives in heaven. He lives in Italy. It is the very description of bliss. He spends his days reading, playing instruments, swimming lazily, sunbathing, dating, fucking, eating, and napping. So whenever he complains about stuff, I was like, "Shut the fuck up." This is a VERY charmed life, unbelievably sheltered and perfect and without even a cloud. He has zero responsibilities and zero worries. I don't count his crush on Oliver as a 'worry.' He delights in obsessing over Oliver. 3.) AGE DIFFERENCE. Some people might be bothered by the age difference here: Elio is 17 and Oliver is 24. It didn't bother me one bit. It would bother you if the 17-year-old was female. Sigh. The problem with books that feature a 17-year-old female and a significantly older male getting together is that they always make the girl a blushing virgin who has never seen a cock before, much less fucked anyone. She's always super-naive and sheltered. Because of this, books like these seem really skeezy. There's a huge power divide. The man comes off as a sleazoid who is seducing a 'jailbait' virgin. It's gross. Rarely do I see a book where a 17-year-old girl who actually knows what she's doing, has sexual agency, isn't a virgin, is competent and on equal footing, willingly and with eyes open enters into a relationship with an older man. That kind of book isn't appealing to readers, I guess, who want an older man with tons of experience 'deflowering' a quaking virgin, ripping hymen, OMG it's-not-going-to-fit, what-is-that-thing?, daddy-complex type of thing. Which I find DISGUSTING. I mean, your mileage may vary, perhaps that is your schtick, but to me it is not appealing at all. And when the female ISN'T a virgin and we have this situation, she's always presented as a hardened 'loose woman' and it isn't any fun either. You could THEORETICALLY make a book where a 17-year-old female and a 24-year-old male get together that I would be fine with. I mean, I'll believe it when I see it, but THEORETICALLY you could write it in a non-skeevy way. Any authors with actual skillz feel free to rise to this challenge. I want two people to meet as relative equals. I mean, someone is always going to be more experienced, but I like love stories that are between TWO HUMAN BEINGS, not some kind of late-night fantasy played out for the sole purpose of masturbation. That's erotica, leave erotica where it is supposed to be. I want relative equals who respect and care for each other, not some kind of power-fantasy. Anyway, where was I? Age difference. Oh, yeah. So, Elio has been with quite a few girls, and he started fucking when he was 15. I don't feel like Oliver is taking advantage of him at all in this book. I don't feel like the love or affair or whatever between these two was skeevy at all (in terms of feelings. Some of the sexual acts in here are... interesting, more on that later). Elio really wants to experience going to bed with a man. He's been dreaming about this since he was 14, and he carefully chooses Oliver to be his first. I didn't feel at all like Oliver was a skeeze in any way. 4.) BISEXUALS. This is not a gay novel. I think that bears repeating. This is not a novel about two gay men. It is a novel about two bisexual men. I know bisexuals are always complaining about bisexual erasure and honestly usually I don't know what they are talking about, because I am straight and not really on point with modern bisexual topics, but here it is very clear. Even I can see it. This is being lauded and embraced as a gay film and a gay book and a celebration of gay love etc. etc. etc. but please let us remember that these two men are bisexual. This isn't a bearding situation, either. They both seek out women, enjoy sex with women, frequently fuck women, and love having sex with women. Elio particularly enjoys going down on women. So. Bisexual. Not gay. And not just because this is Italy in the 1980s, I want to make that clear. They both enjoy fucking women AND men. And it's not a "a gay man comes along and turns a straight man gay with his awesome penis" either. I want to make that clear, as well. Elio has been attracted to men since he was fourteen. Even though he's fucked a bunch of women, he wants to experience fucking with a man. Oliver is a good candidate for his first time. This isn't Oliver, a gay man coming along and seducing a straight younger man with alluring gay sex. Both men are bisexual. Elio already had had interest in having sex with men for YEARS before Oliver happened along. This isn't a gay-for-you type of deal. 5.) CALL ME BY YOUR NAME. Okay. A strong undertone of this book is the idea of fucking yourself. Masturbation? No, no, no. The idea of having sex with yourself. Aciman paints the idea A LOT in this book - that Oliver and Elio are SO ALIKE - both very educated intellectuals, both Jewish, both men, both athletic, both bisexual, both circumcised... that they are really fucking themselves when they are fucking each other. It's very narcissist when you come down to it. I mean, I've heard this idea of calling someone by your own name in bed as 'romantic,' and it is true that this aspect of the story is painted as a very tender, loving, erotic thing between Oliver and Elio. But in reality it is about the surreal quality of fucking another you. Of course you 'love' the other you, it is you. Let's have some examples. My Star of David, his Star of David, our two necks like one, two cut Jewish men joined together from time immemorial. - 34% No one had ever worn my clothes. Perhaps the physical and the metaphorical meanings are clumsy ways of understanding what happens when two beings need, not just to be close together, but to become so totally ductile that each becomes the other. To be who I am because of you. To be who he was because of me. To be in his mouth while he was in mine and no longer know whose it was, his cock or mine, that was in my mouth. He was my secret conduit to myself - like a catalyst that allows us to become who we are, the foreign body, the pacer, the graft, the patch that sends all the right impulses, the steel pin that keeps a soldier's bone together, the other man's heart that makes us more us than we were before the transplant. These are just two examples, but it's discussed 10 or 15 times in the book. Elio and Oliver frequently wear each other's clothes and underwear as a blatant reminder from the author of this 'clone fucking' idea. And there were times when they were engaging in this call-me-by-your-name practice and I was just rolling my eyes so hard. I came up to his ear just as he was about to enter the post office, and whispered, "Fuck me, Elio." He remembered and instantly moaned his own name three times, as we'd done during that night. Ugh. 6.) BIZARRE SEXUAL PRACTICES. The book can be jarring with it's bizarre sexual ideas. The writing is so beautiful and you are lulled by it, only to be snapped out of it by some sex act that leaves you reeling. Some examples: - (view spoiler)[Elio goes into Oliver's room, smells and kisses his swimsuit all over, puts the swimsuit on, masturbates so that he cums on the suit, leaves it there for Oliver to find. This is BEFORE they are doing anything sexual together. (hide spoiler)] - (view spoiler)[ Elio quite literally fucks a peach. He splits it open with his cock and rubs it all over his cock, thinks about how much a peach looks like both a vagina and an anus (two things that really turn him on) and he ejaculates into the peach (which he then elaborately compares to a rape victim in a quite disturbing passage) and leaves it on his desk. Later, Oliver comes into his room, notices the peach, asks about it, and then deliberately eats it in front of a blushing, crying Elio who is ecstatic. (hide spoiler)] - (view spoiler)[ They go into the bathroom together, Oliver poops in the toilet and Elio won't allow him to flush, he wants to see Oliver's poop. Then Elio poops while Oliver 'massages' his belly and Oliver looks at Elio's poop. This is portrayed as 'closeness' and 'breaking down any barriers between them.' (hide spoiler)] - (view spoiler)[ Elio fantasizes about going from fucking Marzia to fucking Oliver with no shower, body-to-body. After finger-fucking Marzia, he wants to come home, ask Oliver to sniff his hand, and then have Oliver lick his fingers. This doesn't happen, it's just his sexual fantasy. (hide spoiler)] Probably other weird stuff I'm forgetting. 7.) JEWISH IDENTITY. The author did a wonderful job of talking about Jewishness and the Jewish identity of both Oliver and Elio. I really liked it. I felt like he wrote about it in a very clear and beautiful way that enhanced the story. I was a bit baffled and amused at Elio's continued insistence that Oliver would be extra-kind to him in bed because they were both Jewish, but everything was very nicely done. 8.) JUST DO IT ALREADY. You might get very frustrated reading this book, I know I did. It is a VERY REALISTIC portrayal of a 17-year-old crush. If you remember being seventeen, you'll know what I'm talking about. At least 50 or 60 percent of the book is simply Elio going Does he like me? Does he like me like me? *gasp* His hand accidentally touched mine!!!! Is he looking at me? I want him to be looking at me. He's talking to me!!!! Does he like me? What is he thinking? Oh, I want to go to bed with him so badly! He didn't eat breakfast with me today? Does he not like me anymore? Is he staring at me? It goes ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON. Now, it's written 100x more beautifully than I could ever write it, but it is pure teenage angst crush. It gets very frustrating and annoying. I eventually got to the point in the book where I was like, "Just tell him you are attracted to him already! TELL HIM! JFC!" It's very annoying. I wouldn't call it a slow burn, because we are only seeing things from Elio's perspective - who knows what the fuck Oliver is thinking - but it gets tiring quickly. He's obsessed in the way a teen crush can only be. This may cause readers a lot of frustration and annoyance. If you don't like constant teenage whining and obsessing, this book is not for you. 9.) VERY REALISTIC 17 AND EMOTIONS. But, I have to give Aciman here major realism points. He NAILS 17-year-olds. Spot on. It's hyper-realistic to be in Elio's mind. Even later in the book when both Elio and Oliver are adults, Aciman NAILS human emotions and thinking. He very realistically puts us into Elio's head and really captures the universal human experience. Sexuality, ethnicity, and nationality aside - I feel Aciman really captures the feelings of humans in this book. It's exquisite and very relatable. 10.) SEXUAL ETHICS. Elio is, I'm sad to report, a little fuckboy with the sexual ethics of a snake. He was really pissing me off with a lot of his behavior in this book. And I think a seventeen-year-old should know better, especially one who has been sexually active for two years already. He's not sexually ethical, and it really bothered me. And NO ONE curbs him on it, not even his own father, who I believe should have stepped up and curbed him, especially in one particular scene that I was reading and cringing at. It's your job as a parent to teach sexual morals to your children. If dad wasn't up to the task, I thought Oliver would be, but nobody says a fucking thing and Elio never learns any lessons. Maybe Oliver is a fuckboy as well? Unclear, since we don't really get into his private life that much. Tl;dr - One of the most beautiful books I have ever read. Not for the content, which is... interesting, but for the sheer beauty of Aciman's writing that blew me away. As for the story, there are some very touching moments, and Aciman is great at portraying human feelings and emotions. He is a very talented writer, only very talented writers can capture the truth about humans like this. However. It was jarring every time some (IMO) bizarre sexual scene came up. Also, Elio's horrible lack of sexual ethics really bothered me. I know it might not bother everyone, but I like people to act ethically in regards to sex and relationships. I didn't really know what I was getting into in picking this up, but I was surprised to find it was about two bisexual men instead of two gay men like I had initially thought. It does a great job of taking you to Italy. And I feel like Aciman discusses Jewish identity in a wonderful way that is both illuminating and beautiful. Upon finishing the book, I'm not really sure I even like Elio and Oliver as people, but the book was very enjoyable, gripping, of course beautifully written, and fascinating yet relatable. I would recommend it to anyone who has an interest. My biggest caveats are: non-stop teen whining/angst/obsession/crush AND some bizarre sexual scenes that I think will delight certain people who revel in that, but I know will disgust other people I'm friends with on GR. Read at your own risk. I loved the salt of his arms, of his shoulders, along the ridges of his spine. They were still new to me. "If we lie down now, there'll be no book party," he said. These words, spoken from a height of bliss it seemed no one could steal from us, would take me back to this hotel room and to this damp ferragosto evening as both of us leaned stark-naked with our arms on the windowsill, overlooking an unbearably hot Roman late-late afternoon, both of us still smelling of the stuffy compartment on the southbound train that was probably nearing Naples by now and on which we'd slept, my head resting on his in full view of the other passengers. Leaning out into the evening air, I knew that this night might never be given to us again, and yet I couldn't bring myself to believe it. He too must have had the same thought as we surveyed the magnificent cityscape, smoking and eating fresh figs, shoulder to shoulder, each wanting to do something to mark the moment, which is why, yielding to an impulse that couldn't have felt more natural at the time, I let my left hand rub his buttocks and then began to stick my middle finger into him as he replied, "You keep doing this, and there's definitely no party." I told him to do me a favor and keep staring out the window but to lean forward a bit, until I had a brainstorm once my entire finger was inside him: we might start but under no condition would we finish. Then we'd shower and go out and feel like two exposed, live wires giving off sparks each time they so much as flicked each other. Look at old houses and want to hug each one, spot a lamppost and, like a dog, want to spray it, pass an art gallery and look for the hole in the nude, cross a face that did no more than smile our way and already initiate moves to undress the whole person and ask her, or him, or both, if they were more than one, to join us first for drinks, for dinner, anything. Find Cupid everywhere in Rome because we'd clipped one of his wings and he was forced to fly in circles. P.S. Cultural Appropriation. The question has been raised if Aciman, who is a heterosexual, is culturally appropriating by writing this book. It's not my place to discuss this, as I am a straight woman. But the question has come up. The movie also notably stars straight actors. I haven't seen the film.

  22. 5 out of 5

    Nancy

    I found this novel painfully slow going at times. There was too much introspection, too little dialogue. The young grad student and the 17-year-old narrator annoyed me with their wishy-washy feelings and emotions. I craved more intensity and passion. Despite its flaws, I was gradually swept away by the lovely writing, the setting, and growing intimacy between the two main characters. Knowing early on these two young men were not destined to remain together did not prevent me from being deeply mo I found this novel painfully slow going at times. There was too much introspection, too little dialogue. The young grad student and the 17-year-old narrator annoyed me with their wishy-washy feelings and emotions. I craved more intensity and passion. Despite its flaws, I was gradually swept away by the lovely writing, the setting, and growing intimacy between the two main characters. Knowing early on these two young men were not destined to remain together did not prevent me from being deeply moved by the story’s poignant conclusion.

  23. 4 out of 5

    apollohoenian

    LISTEN I WAS JOKING ABOUT REVIEWING THIS WITH JUST A "IT WAS PEACHY" BUT I HONESTLY CAN NOT WITH THIS BOOK my heart is bleeding i am offended it was too much it was so beautifully bittersweet and heartbreaking i am speechless why is it like this how DARE one day i might write an actual more eloquent review of this but until then let me cry my gay tears in peace

  24. 4 out of 5

    Seemita

    I finished reading the book late last night. As Elio bid a final goodbye to Oliver, I stood by him. The mist in his eyes and heart was in mine too. And I hovered my glance on his name and let the pool in my eyes fill a little more. And then, in a pained resignation, I closed my eyes. It has been almost a day since I read the last word of this book. And yet, the moment I picked it up to review its contents a few minutes ago, my eyes began to cloud again. Because everything read and felt and wept I finished reading the book late last night. As Elio bid a final goodbye to Oliver, I stood by him. The mist in his eyes and heart was in mine too. And I hovered my glance on his name and let the pool in my eyes fill a little more. And then, in a pained resignation, I closed my eyes. It has been almost a day since I read the last word of this book. And yet, the moment I picked it up to review its contents a few minutes ago, my eyes began to cloud again. Because everything read and felt and wept for, yesterday, came gushing back and I once again massaged my aching vein to quieten and take this only to be a story. But is it? Italy. Summers. When Oliver, a 24-years old university scholar comes to stay with Professor Perlman who was to oversee his manuscript before it went into publishing, the Professor’s 17-years old son, Elio, begins experiencing hitherto unknown sensations inside him. The two young men have things in common – reading, biking, sun-bathing, swimming. But it is their different responses to their attractions that usher in an unusual yet memorable season of sensual tension and passionate love, which neither could have imagined getting caught in till that point in their lives. Between the raw appeal of unexplored spots and the sensory turmoil of gasping breath, the unbearable tease of nubile skin and the obscure redundancy of sartorial shame, 'Call Me By Your Name' is devastatingly beautiful. But those searching for this beauty in strength shall not be rewarded as much as those looking for it in vulnerabilities, and it is precisely in these vulnerabilities that Aciman’s characters shine. I began to appreciate the colossal damage Elio was knowingly inflicting upon himself for unearthing (and preserving) the truth of his heart. I began to appreciate the immense dignity Oliver was granting to their relationship by stitching himself up so Elio could breathe (and blossom). I began to appreciate the unconditional room Prof. Perlman was giving his son so he could venture out as far as he could and learn his lessons, first hand. You had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, or pray that their sons land on their feet soon enough. But I am not such a parent. In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than 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!” In Aciman’s languorously seductive, deeply measured and wholly hopeful prose, Elio and Oliver discover more than the heady magic of corporeal beauty; they discover a chest full of memories to last a lifetime. And they learn to embrace love the way it should be embraced – without conditions.

  25. 4 out of 5

    Natasha

    Me: This isn't too bad, a little boring and some questionable things but not that bad Me: *Reads the peach scene* Me: I am... disgusted Review also on my blog • Twitter • Bookstagram Rep: m/m romance, Jewish mc, bi mc Content warnings: sexual content, misuse of peaches  I have a weird experience with Call Me By Your Name. I saw a YouTuber recommend it in 2015 and I wasn't reading at the time but I did look it up and it sat on my Goodreads TBR for a while. Then I found interest in it again, and I hea Me: This isn't too bad, a little boring and some questionable things but not that bad Me: *Reads the peach scene* Me: I am... disgusted Review also on my blog • Twitter • Bookstagram Rep: m/m romance, Jewish mc, bi mc Content warnings: sexual content, misuse of peaches  I have a weird experience with Call Me By Your Name. I saw a YouTuber recommend it in 2015 and I wasn't reading at the time but I did look it up and it sat on my Goodreads TBR for a while. Then I found interest in it again, and I heard that it was turned into a movie and was coming out really soon at the time. My interest in the book kind of went back and forth because of the age gap and all that. But I decided to read it, and oh boy do I have opinions.  First, this book has a simple premise. Two men fall in love in Italy. There's a little bit of an age gap. And that's all I took in because this writing spent more time on atmosphere then actually telling a story. I like atmospheric writing but not this kind. For me it took away from the story. It's the kind you can easily skim and won't lose much if you did.  At times, the book was just excessively boring. I found it really hard to engage with the story or the characters. At times, Oliver was a little creepy. Sometimes he didn't make sure he had consent and just assumed Elio was consenting (a correct assumption but an assumption nonetheless). One time when he did ask Elio if he could kiss him, Elio almost scoffed that he had because they had kissed before. That was a strange thing to add, Oliver was trying to respect his boundaries, Elio didn't need to say he didn't like it.  Oliver also, as the goddamn adult in the situation, does point out that their relationship was inappropriate and still goes through with it. That didn't really sit well with me. I think they needed more communication since this is a complicated relationship. I think they're should've been more. Aside from all that, there was the peach scene. Before that, this would've been a two star but this brought the book down for me, to the point I just skimmed until the end. I was horrified. If you don't want to know what the scene is, then stop here and go read another book. Anyway, what happened in the scene was the Elio masturbated into a peach. He took the seed out and everything. He also orgasmed into it, leaving his semen in it. And then Oliver knowing this, eats it. He takes a full on fucking bite into this desecrated peach. I'm no stranger to smut scenes, most of what I read is adult romances so sex doesn't bother me (well, unless it's foot fetishes which was in this too) but I draw the line at shit like this. I actually felt nauseous. Before that scene, this would've been a two star read but it genuinely ruined everything.  Am I going to watch the movie? Probably not. Especially knowing the peach scene is in it (alright I'll stop with the peach scene) but I really didn't like the relationship either. The book is overall overhyped and I never connected with the characters. The writing felt like it kept me at arms length, and I am already forgetting what happened in this book.

  26. 4 out of 5

    Kirstine

    "He was my secret conduit to myself - like a catalyst that allows us to become who we are, the foreign body, the pacer, the graft, the patch that sends all the right impulses, the steel pin that keeps the soldier's bone together, the other man's heart that makes us more us than we were before the transplant." I saw someone call this book 'maddening', I think I'd like to second that. I never expected it to get under my skin like it's done. And I certainly never expected to read scenes that ought t "He was my secret conduit to myself - like a catalyst that allows us to become who we are, the foreign body, the pacer, the graft, the patch that sends all the right impulses, the steel pin that keeps the soldier's bone together, the other man's heart that makes us more us than we were before the transplant." I saw someone call this book 'maddening', I think I'd like to second that. I never expected it to get under my skin like it's done. And I certainly never expected to read scenes that ought to have repulsed me and instead find myself intrigued, devoured by it, and perhaps a bit envious. This is not a coming-out story. It might be described as a coming of age novel, but still, that doesn't quite fit. It's rather a book about... connecting. About discovering a connection with another person, a connection so strong it's almost violent, a connection that makes such a mess of your emotions you can't quite find the words to describe it. Is it love? Desire? Obsession? Loathing? Addiction? In the end we'll probably find it is all of them and none. A brilliant novel, that, in the midst of the sexual frustration (and confusion), also deals with an issue I feel very strongly about: trust. Things happen, and are described in this book, that should warrant a NSFW warning, but as much as they might appear to have a sexual nature, they're much more about intimacy, about trusting someone enough to laying yourself completely bare in front of them. To somehow find yourself in that other person. It's something that is picked up in the book several times, specially in the act the title refers to; calling each other by their own names. As if to say, 'I understand. I am you, you are me'. Throughout the story there's this fumbling in the dark to find ways to make this connection real, to somehow make it more than just a feeling between two people, to, for even just a fleeting moment, trap it in something physical, something tangible. “What I wanted to preserve was the turbulent gasp in his voice which lingered with me for days afterward and told me that, if I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I’d stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.” Aciman does a praiseworthy job of taking a very beautiful, maddening story - with so many delicate details and a gorgeous setting - and making it into something that seems almost real. Even now, more than a year after reading it, I think back on it and find myself intrigued by it. I can only give it the highest recommendation. (And here's a mix I made for it.)

  27. 5 out of 5

    Anuradha

    I saw the movie first. I loved it with all my heart. The book came later. I loved it too, just a little bit more. I’d never heard anyone use “later” to say goodbye before. It sounded harsh, curt, and dismissive, spoken with the veiled indifference of people who may not care to see or hear from you again. Later. A simple word. Before I read this book, I didn't think I would be looking at peaches differently later. I didn't think that later, I would sound like a thirteen year old when I say "I shi I saw the movie first. I loved it with all my heart. The book came later. I loved it too, just a little bit more. I’d never heard anyone use “later” to say goodbye before. It sounded harsh, curt, and dismissive, spoken with the veiled indifference of people who may not care to see or hear from you again. Later. A simple word. Before I read this book, I didn't think I would be looking at peaches differently later. I didn't think that later, I would sound like a thirteen year old when I say "I ship them hard", but it is what it is. Most of all, I didn't think that later could mean so much. Later. Later. Call Me by Your Name is a coming-of-age story, a coming-out story, a story of first love; it is also a story of acceptance, friendship, and inexplicable loss. Loss of what was, loss of what could have been, and loss of those we love. It is about waiting for what happens later. Later. Later. It is absolutely, heart-breakingly beautiful. I didn't think a book could make me simultaneously so happy and so sad, but that was before. This is later. Because while Call Me by Your Name broke my heart, it gave me joy as well. The joy of experiencing first love again. The joy, the relief of realising that he feels the same way. Realising later, much later. Most importantly, the joy of being part of such a beautiful story, of this relationship. A joy that I realised later was bittersweet. Later. Later. So much has happened later. P.S. We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you. I thought Elio was precocious, but that was then. This is later. Elio was seventeen. He was seventeen in a place and at a time where he didn't understand what it meant to be seventeen. Elio liked girls, but that was then. This is later. Later, Elio likes boys too. Particular boys, but what does that mean? Figuring it out is for later, because all we have is now. Best enjoy it while it lasts. Oliver was perfect. He was perfect then and he is perfect later. Not just to Elio, but to me, to Anuradha as well. He represents an ideal. The ideal of true love. The ideal of one passionate experience that will stay with you until much later. Much, much later. Till forever. Because later can mean forever. I love Oliver. But I also hate Oliver. You see, he made me believe in later. But does later really exist? Or is now all we have? But always better later, always better later. Later. Later. Like Elio, I keep hoping for a later. Did I want to be like him? Did I want to be him? Or did I just want to have him? Or are “being” and “having” thoroughly inaccurate verbs in the twisted skein of desire, where having someone’s body to touch and being that someone we’re longing to touch are one and the same, just opposite banks on a river that passes from us to them, back to us and over to them again in this perpetual circuit where the chambers of the heart, like the trapdoors of desire, and the wormholes of time, and the false-bottomed drawer we call identity share a beguiling logic according to which the shortest distance between real life and the life unlived, between who we are and what we want, is a twisted staircase designed with the impish cruelty of M. C. Escher. They say Aciman writes like Proust, and as someone who is yet to read Proust, I cannot comment on that. Proust is for later. This is now. What I can say is that while the writing was markedly different, and something I may have criticised otherwise, it made perfect sense that this book was written the way it was. The sentences are long, and they convey a lot, sometimes too much. The tone is of an almost breathless desperation and longing that is akin to what Elio feels all the time. How Elio felt then. How he feels now. How I am sure he will feel later. His emotions are erratic in their suppressed passion, and that shows in his thoughts. He feels like any seventeen year old should, and his confusion is more pronounced, given his situation. His desperation, his confusion, and his loathing; his love, his passion, and his desire - it is a myriad to sort through. Best let the emotions all flow through and figure it out later. Later. Later. Or maybe, never. When I was seventeen, I was in love too. Perhaps as passionately as Elio. With a man, well boy actually. He was seventeen too. Nowhere as perfect as Oliver, but he was perfect for me then. That was then, this is later. There was never a later, though. I always thought we would have a later. But we don't. I only wish I had with me what Elio has. Closure. But I kept waiting for the later. Later. Later. Elio represents what we all have, what we all want. His story is about all that could have been. It isn't about later. It is about now. It is about that moment in time that is lost to us then, but that we find later. Because then, all we thought about was later. Now, all we think about is the past. Later. Later? Later. I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name. Are we truly ready for later? Later. Later. Because sometimes, even if it is later, nothing changes. Even though everything changes. Later is a myth. A fantasy. But one that we need as much as we need the present. Later. Later. Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.

  28. 4 out of 5

    Jenny (Reading Envy)

    After hearing endless acclaim for the audio version of this book, and wanting to read the book before seeing the film, I finally used an Audible credit for this. Everyone was right! You can read more about the comments about the narrator's voice here, but know he plays Oliver in the film, the older professor staying with Elio's family for the summer. Elio is in his teens and starting to explore his sexuality. In a very Catholic country, he is Jewish, and is having feelings for Oliver and doesn't After hearing endless acclaim for the audio version of this book, and wanting to read the book before seeing the film, I finally used an Audible credit for this. Everyone was right! You can read more about the comments about the narrator's voice here, but know he plays Oliver in the film, the older professor staying with Elio's family for the summer. Elio is in his teens and starting to explore his sexuality. In a very Catholic country, he is Jewish, and is having feelings for Oliver and doesn't know what to do about them. So much of the book gives a clear view into his head, of the agonizing and over-analyzing frequent in all relationships at that age but magnified by the external circumstances. When you listen to it performed, it is easy to sink into his experience of it. Wow. Despite my 8 minute commute I finished it in three days.

  29. 5 out of 5

    April

    I cried pretty much all the way through the ending pages and on the very last page, I conveniently burst into sobs. This book is amazingly beautiful and has got under my skin like no other book has ever quite managed to do. It's so darn powerful I can't even comprehend the idea of writing a review to fully compact all of my thoughts and feelings because I can't even articulate them myself. There is this sense of lust and absence at the heart of this novel and so beautifully is it described throu I cried pretty much all the way through the ending pages and on the very last page, I conveniently burst into sobs. This book is amazingly beautiful and has got under my skin like no other book has ever quite managed to do. It's so darn powerful I can't even comprehend the idea of writing a review to fully compact all of my thoughts and feelings because I can't even articulate them myself. There is this sense of lust and absence at the heart of this novel and so beautifully is it described throughout it is written almost with an angels hand. Aciman so ethereally depicts the senses and feelings of the protagonist (Elio) and his heart-wrenching longing for Oliver. I don't think I've ever came across a writer who can so poignantly entice you into viewing the transition of two character's lives. "But before he'd stepped out of the cab and walked into our home, it would never have seemed remotely possible that someone so thoroughly okay with himself might want me to share his body as much as I ached to yield up mine." I tried to highlight certain phrases or chop up paragraphs but most of the time I ended up highlighting near to half a page because I just couldn't leave anything out. "And yet, about two weeks after his arrival, all I wanted every night was for him to leave his room, not via its front door, but through the French windows on our balcony. I wanted to hear his window open, hear his espadrilles on the balcony, and then the sound of my own window, which was never locked, being pushed open as 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 and softly, after heeding the words I'd been rehearsing for days now, Please, don't hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want." Yes, that is how this book is. It's freaking beautiful. I can't even describe it in a more sophisticated or proper manner. I would prattle on about "oh this book is all about desire and abandonment and paths we choose to lead in life and the way we choose to go about them etc" but in all honesty I can't even pinpoint what I'm meant to interpret; I'm that overwhelmed at how much this story has sunk into my skin and left me with bleeding sockets. "They felt special. Like showing someone your private chapel, your secret haunt, the place where, as with the berm, one comes to be alone, to dream of others. This is where I dreamed of you before you came into my life." Rereading these quotes is making me tear up even more. Months or years from now when I reread -- relive -- this story again, I'm certain I won't feel any different. I'll be just as much of a mess as I am now. "From this moment on, I thought, from this moment on -- I had, as I'd never before in my life, the distinct feeling of arriving somewhere very dear, of wanting this forever, of being me, me, me, me and no one else, just me, of finding in each shiver that ran down my arms something totally alien and yet by no means unfamiliar, as if all this had been part of me all of my life and I'd misplaced it and he had helped me find it." I can't help feeling it would be a bit of a... not necessarily a patronizing gesture, but something not quite right about listing this merely as 'LGBT fiction.' I mean, of course there's nothing wrong with that whatsoever, but I got the notion that their love for each other transcended the mere follies of gender and that they were simply two people in love that just so happened to be men. I may be very wrong, but that's just my interpretation. "...which was when I must have begun using obscenities that he repeated after me, softly at first, till he said, 'Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine,' which I'd never done in my life before and which, as soon as I said my own name as though it were his, took me to a realm I never shared with anyone in my life before, or since." The one line that always had me on the brink of gushing all sorts of fluids from nose and eyes was the 'Call me by your name' phrase. It means, aforementioned, so much. So much more than can be said. It describes, simplistically, what they both shared together and how they became one in the same. That however brief and momentous, the time they spent together will always be a wonderful, intimate interval they shared together and will in some way for the rest of their lives. The last paragraph makes me tremble; my only advice would be not to read this book before leaving to go somewhere where you'll have to hold your tears. Why I ever decided it would be a good thing to finish this before college I'll never know but it was just too addictive I truly couldn't hold off finishing it. I think this is the only ever time I've been affected so much by a book that I feel it would be derogatory for me to even write something about it. I can't write something worth its standards and I'm sure other people will do a better job at it; I just needed to note down my feelings. My problem now is how will I ever manage to enjoy another story after this? "I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name." Unforgettable. Totally and completely unforgettable.

  30. 4 out of 5

    Maria Clara

    Oh, por Dios, qué maravilla! Estoy sin palabras. Es imposible hablar cuando los sentimientos son infinitamente superiores a las letras.

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