A love affair with life… and the occasional interest

Call me by your name…

Andres Aciman’s first novel is one that took me away last summer. Away from boredom, from a depressing love life, and the dread of having for the first time in my life, summer college courses. I know what your thinking, though reading might not be number one on your to do lists I can assure you it was the best two weeks I spent fantasizing about living and falling in love in the Italian Riviera. The story is told in first person perspective about a boy, named Elio, who at 17 already seems wiser than his age. He spends 6 weeks falling into an uneasy but captivating attraction for a young scholar, Oliver, who is doing his post doctoral research at his parents house. Elio is at first apprehensive and sees Oliver as a competitor for attention and romantic interests in the small Italian village. While at first he sees Oliver as a friend, Elio is awakened to the fact that he is actually in a state of desire for the family visitor. Although seemingly disturbed by his attraction, Elio knows deep inside he’d rather follow through with his desires than never take a chance.  In his struggles he tries to find a way to open up but notices Oliver gives mixed messages. At times calling on him to spend time either as his personal guide and tennis partner or accompanying him to town, but sometimes putting him down in front of others. His maddening desire to have Oliver come into his room and fullfill a desire that is burning him from the core leaves him staying at home, with Oliver just next door, even as his family leaves for the beach. Elio goes out of his way to try and win him over but is frustrated that Oliver seems to be unaffected and uninterested. At times Elio even wishes for his own death or that Oliver would die so as to extinguish a growing desire he knows is wrong. Eventually though, Elio finds the perfect moment to show his affection and expecting the worst, finds that Oliver too has been facing the same conflict. The tension felt by both characters in the next couple of days intensifies as Elio fears complete rejection from Oliver or even disgust, but  the story heats up with a passion I’ve yet to feel; one that maybe most of us wish for. Even as they find the ultimate way to realize their affection they know it’s not meant to last and find themselves wishing they had found each other earlier because know they really have just days to part. One last trip to Rome, where Oliver must depart for America, is a profound background for how to both cherish each winding moment but still find a way to let each other part.

I always find that most novels dealing with likewise themes seem to lack a unique sense of purpose and substance. This is one novel which I keep close to my heart and I hope many others choose to do the same. Although it deals with a gay coming of age theme many readers with different preconceptions will find a book, that once finished, will make you look twice at you own life. I encourage you to at least read the Amazon.com reviews and see for yourself, this book is truly a treasure worth reading.

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3 responses

  1. Aw, this was a really quality post. In theory I’ d like to write like this too – taking time and real effort to make a good article… but what can I say… I procrastinate alot and never seem to get something done.

    September 21, 2010 at 8:45 am

    • Thanks! It was an amazing novel that i will never forget… I guess the fact that it moved me so much was a major factor in how that post turned out.
      I remember just sitting down one night and just writing my thoughts and somehow someway it came out way better than I ever planned because it came from the heart…

      September 22, 2010 at 11:11 pm

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