"You had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, or pray that their sons land on their feet soon enough. But I am not such a parent. In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don't snuff it out, don't be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we'd want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything--what a waste!"
I couldn't begin to take all this in. I was dumbstruck.
"Have I spoken out of turn?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Then let me say one more thing. It will clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you had. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain."...Continua
"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.
Whom else would I ever be able to call by my name?
If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before your leave tomorrow, or when you're just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone lese and there's not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze and call me by your name....Continua
Delicato, forte, passionale. Aciman usa una scrittura perfetta. Una storia che ti fa desiderare continui all'infinito. Sperare che parli dei vent'anni dei due protagonisti separati.
Eppure quando lo finisci sai che è la cosa giusta. Sai che è perfetto così. Con un finale pieno di speranze.
L'amore intenso e sofferto di due ragazzi, Elio e Oliver, nel corso di una estate sulla Riviera ligure. Un amore breve, ma che segnerà per sempre la vita dei due.
"Chiamami col tuo nome ed io ti chiamerò col mio "