22. Call Me By Your Name Andre Aciman
0.5/5 Reading Sounds: Visions of Gideon by, Sufjan Stevens
Is 0/5 allowed? It has to be, because I make the rules. But like I have to give credit for writing a book, because that is hard to do. And it’s not a badly-made book. I guess. It just sucks. I bought this in the same Amazon cart as Lolita. That was my bad. Okay? I read Lolita first, and then getting into this book felt like some sort of cosmic test. I got 11 pages in and put it down, telling (not) a few people, “I’m just not horny enough to read this right now.” And then I tried to forget about it, but my friends told me they were watching the movie last week, and I needed to come watch, and I really do love Timmietay Chalet, but I hadn’t read the book since those first 11 pages, and that was like 2 months ago at this point, so I ended up reading this book in a day on my couch, and I hated pretty much every second of it. There’s a 17 year old boy Elio who’s in love with the 24 year old summer guest Oliver who is living with Elio’s family this year in their beautiful Italian home; and I think it’s the 80s. There is a thin line between desire and shame, a tightrope that Aciman wobbily manages at best. The tension between Elio and Oliver is the driving force for the entire novel; most of the time, they aren’t even talking to each other, but the telepathically, passive aggressively closeted action of this story mostly revolves around whether Elio and Oliver are on “speaking terms” on any given day. That is, up until close to the end of the summer, when they finally consummate their forbidden love in an act that’s at once sweet, but also salty at the same time. I understand the idea that Aciman was digging at fit with the context of what’s going on in the story, and it may even enhance the idea. I just felt that it was really creepy. Through the eyes of a seventeen-year-old I can understand feelings of lust towards a man who is twenty four. I think that this is why the novel is successful, because if the story was told through the eyes of Oliver, I do not think audiences would be as accepting of his feelings of lust for seventeen-year-old Elio. The ending was upsetting for any number of reasons - yes it made me cry, but it felt awful the whole time I was doing it - but I won’t say anything about that here. The movie was not any better than the book, but it took much less time to watch it than read it. Timothee is pretty (My sister kept calling him Peaches when we were watching Lady Bird, and it didn’t hit me in the middle of this movie) and so is Italy. The music for the movie was pretty good too. I would not recommend this book to anyone unless I wanted them to stay in the closet. (That’s not a good thing.)