Published: January 23, 2007
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Genre And Theme: LGBTQ, Romance, Coming-of-Age
Length: 268 pages, ebook
Ebook ISBN/ASIN: B004L62E08
Characters: Elio Perlman,Oliver
I’ve had this on my files for years now but never paid any attention to it until it was picked up for a film adaptation. So last night, I finally finished reading it – a good 15 days before the movie hit the theaters locally.
Call Me By Your Name is narrated by and tells the story of a seventeen-year-old American-Italian-Jewish youth, Elio Perlman, and his six-week, summer love affair with Oliver, a university professor who is seven years older than Elio and who has been selected to live in Elio’s parents’ home as a guest “resident” while finishing a manuscript for publication as part of the parents’ way of aiding budding writers.
First, let me tell you that this isn’t a five-star read for me. I’ve conflicting feelings about it. I liked it enough but then I’d think of one scene which I hated then I would hate the whole thing but then Elio will do this, Oliver will do that, Elio will say that and so on… it’s just giving me a lot of feels – good, bad, depressing, wonderful feels. I’d say that all throughout the book, I was invested enough.
In the first part of the novel, you can really tell Elio’s struggle to reign his desire, to reign his emotion. It was that youthful struggle I think most of us in some way or another have experienced. At times, it felt like his struggle to conceal his feelings for Oliver was bordering on obsession.
“I wanted him gone from our home so as to be done with him. I wanted him dead too, 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…”
These struggles became even harder because he is also questioning his identity and questioning people around him who might question his actions and decisions. Remember, this was set in 1980’s Italy – a predominantly Catholic country.
Although what’s affected me most is the way Aciman was able to bring forth Elio’s emotion as he narrated his times with Oliver. His observations and opinions were so real it felt like you are Elio in that moment, in that scene.
“It never occurred to me that if one word from him could make me so happy, another could just as easily crush me, that if I didn’t want to be unhappy, I should learn to beware of such small joys as well.”
I also loved that Aciman isn’t following a chronological timeline here. It goes back and forth from that one fateful summer up to the present and back again.
“You can always talk to me. I was your age once, my father used to say. The things you feel and think only you have felt, believe me, I’ve lived and suffered through all of them, and more than once—some I’ve never gotten over and others I’m as ignorant about as you are today, yet I know almost every bend, every toll-booth, every chamber in the human heart. – Elio’s Father
Now the second part has more dialogues than the first. It let’s you in more into Elio and Oliver’s interaction. Elio’s acting like his very young self – the shy but very vibrant boy of the B. Elio is definitely the life of this novel.
“What would happen if I saw him again? Would I bleed again, cry, come in my shorts? And what if I saw him with someone else, ambling as he so often did at night around Le Danzing? What if instead of a woman, it was a man?”
Tis here that you can see Elio’s funny side.
“Don’t make it difficult, don’t talk, don’t give me reasons, and don’t act as if you’re any moment going to shout for help. I’m way younger than you and you’d only make a fool of yourself by ringing the house alarm or threatening to tell my mommy. “
“This was not a dessert she was familiar with. But she was going to let me have my way in her kitchen without interfering, as if humoring someone who’d been hurt enough already. The bitch knew. She must have seen the foot. Her eyes followed me every step of the way as if ready to pounce on my knife before I slit my veins with it.”
His internal musings are just funny yet heartbreaking most of the times.
“for you in silence, somewhere in Italy in the mid-eighties.”
I can’t help but think that this book is more like a book of ruminations of lost love and about someone who has maybe moved forward in life but never moved on. That’s a rather hard pill to swallow right? It was like Elio’s in a limbo waiting for his salvation. Alas, the only salvation that happened here is that Elio’s remained faithful to his heart. There may have been people whom he tried to loved, lived with and even be passionate about but there could only be one Oliver for him. It was sad. It will grate on you that he hasn’t moved on. It will make you mad, that this selfish American guy who captured the heart of this seventeen year old Italian boy has never returned such connection, or devotion. At least that’s what I’ve felt from Oliver’s character. There was not enough regret from him. Oliver simply just moved on from that summer. It was just a memory for him. And that’s what annoyed me the most about this book. Oliver’s character is one selfish sonofabitch who doesn’t deserved Elio’s lifetime adoration. Well, that’s just me tho.
Overall, the writing for me was almost a reminiscent of Alire-Saenz’ technique but perhaps Aciman’s went overboard resulting to a mostly hifalutin dialogues. ‘rolled my eyes several times but knew that the ending should at least be hopeful or if not, hopeful for someone that is not Oliver. Alas, it’s a disaster. I don’t blame the author for this. I just regret investing so much time caring for Elio. And no, I’m not calling Oliver by his name.
I am hoping that I’d like the movie more.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars
About The Author
André Aciman was born in Alexandria, Egypt and is an American memoirist, essayist, novelist, and scholar of seventeenth-century literature. He has also written many essays and reviews on Marcel Proust. His work has appeared in The New Yorker, The New York Review of Books, The New York Times, The Paris Review, The New Republic, Condé Nast Traveler as well as in many volumes of The Best American Essays. Aciman received his Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from Harvard University, has taught at Princeton and Bard and is Distinguished Professor of Comparative Literature at The CUNY Graduate Center. He is currently chair of the Ph. D. Program in Comparative Literature and founder and director of The Writers’ Institute at the Graduate Center.
Aciman is the author of the Whiting Award-winning memoir Out of Egypt (1995), an account of his childhood as a Jew growing up in post-colonial Egypt. Aciman has published two other books: False Papers: Essays in Exile and Memory (2001), and a novel Call Me By Your Name (2007), which was chosen as a New York Times Notable Book of the Year and won the Lambda Literary Award for Men’s Fiction (2008). His forthcoming novel Eight White Nights (FSG) will be published on February 14, 2010