Call Me By Your Name was a book I unexpectedly took to. It came highly recommended by Megha, a dear friend, and people who’ve watched the movie have sung such high praise, including, Sharanya who’s been after my life to watch it.
So, as it must be, I read the book first. Call Me By Your Name is a slow, meandering read that delves deep into the inner world of Elio and his coming of sexual age, that fine summer in the Italian countryside.
Aciman’s writing, like an endless summer, has the quality of slowing time down. There were some parts that were a bit laboured.
But the reflective, meditative writing also evokes sensuality.
It makes you yearn for the slow life. Of reading, swimming, apricots and the endless rapture of first love.
I did eventually watch the film. It is true to the medium and takes the heart of the book and turns it into visual art. Both the book and the film are a feast for the senses.