Summer of 1980. A villa in Italy with a view of the Mediterranean Sea. Elio, who was just 17 at the time, and his parents welcomed a visitor to their villa, which they rented to writers every year to create books. Elio was hit by lightning with love the moment he saw Oliver - an American university lecturer and writer who had come to Italy to supervise the translation of his book - get out of the cab that had parked in front of his house. The dude is seven years my senior. Oliver was brilliant and gorgeous, a "movie star," as Elio's mother put it, a male wind capable of knocking anyone down. He emerged like a magnet in the summer seas of Italy, capturing the region's young females, becoming the focus of the mansion, and taking Elio's heart.
Elio's love for Oliver was addicting, and in his opinion, it was shameful. But he couldn't get his thoughts and emotions to stop grieving since the writer resembled a movie actor. On the outside, Elio attempts to keep an apathetic, disinterested attitude toward the family visit, but on the inside, the young man must fight the agonizing anguish known as desire day by day. It was a want to touch Oliver, to feel the 24-year-old man's body next to him, above him, deep into his own. Elio wishes he could live in Oliver's body, be Oliver, and let Oliver be him.
He played Brahms and Haydn tunes for Oliver, while the guest discussed international literature. Oliver's presence in his room made his crotch moist, and he was just as wet when he crept into his lover's room to take Oliver's clothes, to feel a tiny piece of Oliver through the touch of the guest's body. He dreamed dreams that expressed his burning yearning for Oliver, his deep and strong longing to be noticed by Oliver, to be loved by Oliver in return, to mingle with Oliver in bed.
Elio admits to having a few brief relationships and sleeping with several women. But he didn't anticipate his actual first love, the first time he knew what it was like to crave for someone in his life, to be so powerful and devastating. Despite all of the minor deeds, and emotions that may suggest more than a simple friendship between two men, Oliver regarded Elio with the same apathy, an attitude that burnt the young man's soul with misgivings. Elio assumes Oliver has slept with all of the ladies in the region, and instead of becoming jealous, and instead of summoning the confidence to reveal his thoughts, Elio finds himself getting an erection at the sight of Oliver having sex with one of the females. Another young lady paraded in front of him. He embraces love in silence and misery, content to keep his heart in a condition of terrible suffering, unaware that Oliver genuinely reciprocates his sentiments.
And then there are the kisses of two individuals on the hill overlooking the little plaza, where, according to Elio, the great French painter Claude Monet once painted. Afternoon bike rides with friends. Visit the bookshop Elio secretly makes love to Marzia, a local girl, to distract himself from the awkward sentiments he has for a guy. Then there was the revelation of love. Evening appointments are notified by little notes placed under the door. And the emotional eruptions, the love, the passionate, intoxicating, dizzying evenings.
Sex and plenty of sex, passionate, fascinating, painful but also rewarding sex; sex between two guys, or rather, a grown man and an adolescent finding their love and self. The sex that converted Elio into Oliver and Oliver became Elio, the sex that was intense but not morbid. And on times like those, when Elio felt Oliver deep within his body, he addressed his beloved by his own name, just as Oliver had done.
Call Me By Your Name is not simply a love tale between two men; it is also Elio's narrative, of a youngster discovering the power of first love in his life, a love that, while lasting barely 6 weeks during Oliver's stay in Italy, is hauntingly haunting. A love affair is like a shooting star that slashes across the sky before exploding in waves of unimaginable color. Elio struggles with this new sensation, debating whether he is embarrassed or guilty. He kept up his secret lovemaking with Marzia, seeing it as a contrast to his two-man love affair with Oliver. Only then does Elio know that only what he went through with Oliver would be remembered - an event that forever transforms who he is and how he views himself. In other words, "Call Me By Your Name" is also about a guy finding his gender identity while having a remarkable love affair with someone who, due to geographical constraints and the zeitgeist, will no longer be yours.
Elio borrows current time to spend the final hours with Oliver by traveling to Rome. And here he spent the few pleasant days of his life, by the bars, by the glasses of brandy, with Oliver's hands holding him as he vomited down the highway. And, most importantly, with the passionate kiss Oliver gave him in the lonely alley, when he pressed the young man against the wall and forced him to put one foot on his leg - the kiss that had forever transformed that place into a place. Memories of two individuals, of a love that has passed away.
Elio came home after his vacation to Rome, while Oliver went to America. Oliver called him again shortly after to notify him that he was going to marry because homosexuality was still a taboo subject at the time, and how could two guys who loved one other be able to finish their marriage? come together without remorse? Oliver only knows how to carry on with his life, become a father to two kids, and return to that villa on the Mediterranean coast on vacation, where love is Yours has changed a person. And it was as if what they had before - a closeness so intense that nothing could separate them - was something they could only feel, like a meteor or a flash of lightning. once only It is as lovely and fragile as the fortunes of two guys who are now heading on opposite paths. It erupted and died just once, but its echoes lingered in the memories and imaginations of two individuals that summer 20 years ago when Elio was a newborn. Oliver was in his mid-20s and was a 17-year-old lad.
André Aciman's phrases are as exquisite as the language found exclusively in poetry; they are beautiful and haunting because of their capacity to examine and portray the characters' psychology and feelings. Following Elio's narrative, I was engrossed in his and Oliver's love story, feeling hurt when he was in pain, glad when he was happy, disturbed when he was troubled, and contemplative when he was pondering. private. The author also brilliantly produced a warm and wonderful summer setting in Italy - the breeze, the lawn, the fragrance of the sea, the sound of cicadas, the naps, the swimming pool, the fruits, apricots, and ripe peaches. Summer is a time for adventure, exploration, and, most importantly, hidden love. Perhaps this is why the author picked summer as the setting for his novel. The sole flaw in Call Me By Your Name is arguably Elio's overuse of poetry and philosophy, which leads to many lines being overly lengthy. what the author is attempting to communicate (I read it but don't comprehend it occasionally...)