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Armie Hammer & Timothée Chalamet find love in Call Me By Your Name (2017)
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“Call me by your name
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I will call you by mine.”
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Once again, the addition/comment/quote by me seems fitting:
(page 214)
Ulliva, Ulliva, Ulliva ---it was Oliver calling me by his name
when he'd imitate it's transmogrified sound as spoken by Malfalda
and Anchise; but it'd also be me calling him by his name as well,
hoping he'd call me back to mine, which I'd speak for him to me,
and back to him: Elio, Elio, Elio.
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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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Book Review: “Call Me By Your Name”
by André Aciman
What is it about summer that it is always associated with romance?
While the heat and abundance of exposed skin may be to blame, there is a certain mystique to that sultry time of year that irresistibly draws anyone to experience the joys and aches of a summer liaison. In André Aciman’s debut novel, “Call Me By Your Name”, what starts off as a typical seasonal infatuation evolves into an intensely beautiful love story that is at once exultant and heartbreaking.
Elio—seventeen, intelligent, and deliciously gauche—narrates the entirety of the novel as he recounts “that summer” when Oliver—twenty-four, handsome, and shamelessly cavalier—enters his life. With a famous expatriate professor as his host and a guest to an eccentric quasi-Italian household, the scholarly Oliver sets out to complete his work on Heraclitus to be translated in Italian for the next six weeks.
Set in the decidedly idyllic backdrop somewhere in the Italian Riviera, these two young men embark on a tantalizing journey of self-discovery marked by unwieldy conversations, strong physical flirtations, and Elio’s rapacious commentary of his burning desires towards the summer houseguest as his fascination evolves into something much more profound.
As Oliver’s brief tenure in Elio’s cliffside mansion dwindles by the day, both experience the agonizing torture of mixed signals, angst, and confusion that comes with first love. The affair is engaging and thrillingly erotic from their initial encounter, the inevitable consummation of their friendship, until their bittersweet separation in Rome as the summer draws to a close. The remainder of the story then deals with the aftermath that Elio faces in the wake of his relationship with Oliver when they once again cross paths—this time, as mature men in the age of new technology—to bring the novel to a decidedly touching finale.
What is astonishing about this book is the highly elegant and precise writing style of Aciman that steers this work away from the run-of-the-mill gay romance novels with gratuitous scenes of pornography that it reminds you of the works by Michael Cunningham, E.M. Forster, and Anne Rice (minus the supernatural element, of course). Instead, he deftly executes a subtle astuteness in the narrative that one can’t help but be absorbed by the sheer forcefulness of the words. 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.
You can feel the stomach-churning longing Elio has for Oliver, you shiver every time their skin brushes against the other, and you swoon whenever they declare their undiluted ardor in words so deceptively simple. The reason why this is because you know what it is like to have experienced such things with the first person who had a deep influence on your love life. And while it is a relatively slim novel, Aciman delivers a heart-stopping masterpiece in just 256 pages. Indeed, there is nary a weak page that can be found in the book. Haunting, elegiac, and proudly hyperromantic, “Call Me By Your Name” will brutally remind you of the beauty and pain of an ephemeral passion that burns as bright as the summer sun.
Choice excerpt from “Call Me By Your Name” (pp. 133-134):
The dream had been right—this was coming home, like asking, Where have I been all my life? which was another way of asking, Where were you in my childhood, Oliver? which was yet another way of asking, What is life without this? which was why, in the end, it was I, and not he, who blurted out, not once, but many, many times, You’ll kill me if you stop, you’ll kill me if you stop, because it was also my way of bringing full circle the dream and the fantasy, me and him, the longed-for words from his mouth to my mouth back into his mouth, swapping words from mouth to mouth, 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.
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