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Armie Hammer & Timothée Chalamet find love in Call Me By Your Name (2017)
Aloysius J. Gleek:
Like so many classic love stories, this one unfolds with the suspense of a thriller. Will Elio's passion ever be reciprocated by the one he worships? If it is, will they leap over fear and taboo to consummate their desire? And if they do, will they be exhilarated or repelled by that consummation? They have only six weeks to find out.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/21/AR2007032102069.html
Love That
Knows No
Boundaries
By Charles Kaiser
Thursday, March 22, 2007
André Aciman
CALL ME BY YOUR NAME
By André Aciman
Farrar Straus Giroux. 248 pp. $23
If you have ever been the willing victim of obsessive love -- a force greater than yourself that pulls you inextricably toward the object of your desire -- you will recognize every nuance of André Aciman's superb new novel, "Call Me by Your Name."
The story unfolds in the spacious home of an academic who hosts a new student every year on the Italian coast, near Genoa. One summer's visitor is a charming 24-year-old American named Oliver, the kind of person for whom everything seems effortless: "He was okay with being Jewish . . . He was okay with his body, with his looks, with his antic backhand, with his choice of books, music, films, friends." The servants are as beguiled by him as the professor and his wife. Only one member of the household is paralyzed by his arrival: the professor's 17-year-old son, Elio.
This boy is also the book's precocious narrator, and he is quick to recognize the nature of his predicament: "I was afraid when [Oliver] showed up, afraid when he failed to, afraid when he looked at me, more frightened yet when he didn't." Elio immediately decides that he and Oliver are soul brothers: "I liked how our minds seemed to travel in parallel, how we instantly inferred what words the other was toying with but at the last moment held back." But he is tormented by the mystery of exactly where their connection will lead them -- and the reader quickly comes to share the intensity of his curiosity.
Like so many classic love stories, this one unfolds with the suspense of a thriller. Will Elio's passion ever be reciprocated by the one he worships? If it is, will they leap over fear and taboo to consummate their desire? And if they do, will they be exhilarated or repelled by that consummation? They have only six weeks to find out.
The boys' stratagems of avoidance and entrapment (often indistinguishable from each other) unfold inside an exceptionally literate household. Aciman has perfect pitch for everything from the beauty of the languid Italian countryside to the perils of unbridled adolescent passion: "I wanted him dead . . . so that if I couldn't stop thinking about him and worrying about when would be the next time I'd see him, at least his death would put an end to it. I wanted to kill him myself, even, so as to let him know how much his mere existence had come to bother me . . . I didn't know what I was afraid of, nor why I worried so much, nor why this thing that could so easily cause panic felt like hope sometimes and, like hope in the darkest moments, brought such joy, unreal joy, joy with a noose tied around it."
At the dinner table, the boys compete to hide their passion beneath their erudition. The conversation ranges from an explanation of Haydn's "Seven Last Words of Christ" to the etymology of the word "apricot."
The book is explicit without ever being prurient, and the feelings the narrator describes are both homoerotic and universal: "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 this perpetual circulation 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 . . . 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."
Almost 60 years ago, Gore Vidal published "The City and the Pillar." Although Vidal has always eschewed the word, the novel's characters advanced the argument that "gay" describes an act rather than a person. The protagonists of Aciman's novel do that more convincingly that anyone Vidal ever created. The beauty of Aciman's writing and the purity of his passions should place this extraordinary first novel within the canon of great romantic love stories for everyone.
Charles Kaiser is the author of "The Gay Metropolis," which will be published in an updated edition this summer (2007)
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--- Quote from: Aloysius J. Gleek on August 19, 2017, 02:02:06 pm ---
In a first novel that abounds in moments of emotional and physical abandon, this may be the most wanton of his moves: [André Aciman's] narrative, brazenly, refuses to stay closed. It is as much a story of paradise found as it is of paradise lost. (....) Nobody gets clocked with a tire iron. No one betrays the other.
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--- Quote from: Aloysius J. Gleek on August 24, 2017, 07:16:18 pm ---
Even the fate of mundanely inanimate things like a ripe peach or a pair of worn bathing trunks become sweetly perverse yet spellbinding in Aciman’s approach of storytelling. Trust me when I say that after reading this book, you will never look at peaches or swimming trunks in the same way ever again.
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Aloysius J. Gleek:
CALLMEBYYOURNAMEFANART
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by @sirayy
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"You okay?"
"Me okay."
There was absolutely nothing to say. With my toes, I reached over to his toes and touched them. Then, without thinking, I slipped my big toe in between his big toe and his second toe. He did not recoil, he did not respond. I wanted to touch each toe with my own. Since I was sitting to his left, these were probably not the toes that had touched me at lunch the other day. It was his right foot that was guilty. I tried to reach it with my right foot, all the while avoiding touching both his knees, as if something told me knees were off bounds.
"What are you doing?" he finally asked.
"Nothing."
Call Me By Your Name by André AcimanRecited/Narrated by Armie Hammer
CALLMEBYYOURNAMEFANART by @sirayy
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Sep 7, 2017 1:05 AM 11 Notes, 243 Likes
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He got under the covers too and, before I knew it, started to undress me. I had worried about how I'd go about undressing, how, if he wasn't going to help, I'd do what so many girls did in the movies, take off my shirt, drop my pants, and just stand there, stark-naked, arms hanging down, meaning: This is who I am, this is how I'm made, here, take me, I'm yours. But his move had solved the problem. He was whispering, "Off, and off, and off, and off," which made me laugh, and suddenly I was totally naked, feeling the weight of the sheet on my cock, not a secret left in the world, because wanting to be in bed with him was my only secret and here I was sharing it with him.
Call Me By Your Name by André AcimanRecited/Narrated by Armie Hammer
CALLMEBYYOURNAMEFANART by @sirayy
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Sep 8, 2017 2:34 AM 13 Notes, 265 Likes
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Aloysius J. Gleek:
CALLMEBYYOURNAMEFANART
http://www.pictaram.org/sirayy
by @sirayy
http://www.pictaram.org/post/BZTyn4wBWS1
http://www.pictaram.org/sirayy
When he came down for breakfast he was wearing my bathing suit. No one would have given it another thought since everyone was always swapping suits in our house, but this was the first time he had done so and it was the same suit I had worn that very dawn when we'd gone for a swim. Watching him wearing my clothes was an un-bearable turn-on. And he knew it. It was turning both of us on.
Call Me By Your Name by André AcimanRecited/Narrated by Armie Hammer
CALLMEBYYOURNAMEFANART by @sirayy
http://www.pictaram.org/sirayy
Sep 21, 2017 6 Notes, 410 Likes
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--- Quote from: Aloysius J. Gleek on September 23, 2017, 02:32:03 pm ---
The Semiotics of the Bathing Suit
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semiotics
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--- Quote from: Aloysius J. Gleek on September 09, 2017, 07:15:57 am ---
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--- Quote from: Aloysius J. Gleek on September 18, 2017, 08:51:28 pm ---CALLMEBYYOURNAMEFANART
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He had, it took me a while to realize, four personalities depending on which bathing suit he was wearing. Knowing which to expect gave me the illusion of a slight advantage. Red: bold, set in his ways, very grown up, almost gruff and ill-tempered--stay away. Yellow: sprightly, buoyant, funny, not without barbs--don't give in too easily; might turn to Red in no time. Green, which he seldom wore: acquiescent, eager to learn, eager to speak, sunny--why wasn't he always like this? Blue: the afternoon he stepped into my room from the balcony, the day he massaged my shoulder, or when he picked up my glass and placed it right next to me.
Today was Red: he was hasty, determined, snappy.
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Aloysius J. Gleek:
HA!! Very funny!
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
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--- Quote from: Aloysius J. Gleek on September 25, 2017, 04:45:09 pm ---
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