//So while at the mall yesterday to upgrade my mobile phone (my 2 year plan had come due) I bought the book Call Me By Your Name, because of the clips and trailers I’d seen for it at the Toronto International Film Festival earlier this month. TIFF usually holds nothing for me but due to my recent interest in Armie Hammer, I was very interested to get into the CMBYN world.
Let me tell you in as few words as possible how emotionally compromised I’ve become, since waking today at 8am and reading the book start to finish in the period of about four hours:
I hadn’t meant to. I meant to start a chapter and get up for a walk, or make another cup of coffee on what was supposed to be a lazy Saturday morning, then go back and read another chapter, rinse and repeat. As I learned, the book has no real chapters, but a small group of clustered longings as described by the book’s narrator, the delightful Elio.
Cut to myself four hours into my morning; a cup of coffee gone stone cold on the table, the sun coming in through a window on the other side of the room, my back (and backside) aching from the same reclined position for so long. I had a desperate need to pee but couldn’t get up to do it because I had closed the book after reading the last page, and I was crying my goddamn eyes out.
Not out of sadness, because it hadn’t ended badly.
Out of sheer happiness and a mild sort of romantic sorrow reserved only for those who believe Shakespeare to be the greatest author in known history, or teenagers who believe love is eternal.
I’ll read it again, but I’ll also be looking to purchase the audiobook, which I’ve come to learn is being read by Armie Hammer himself. It’ll be just as much heartbreak and happiness to hear him speaking both Olivers’s lines, and Elio’s, as well as the rest of the amazing cast of characters, which I’ve come to appreciate just as closely.
I’ll also go to see the film when it’s finally released, because seeing these incredible people come to life will certainly be the death of me but will be so worth it after the emotional rollercoaster I--and others who enjoy the book--have certainly ridden out.
Read it if you get the chance. Have a pee and make a glass of iced tea or lemonade, so a hot cup of fresh coffee isn’t wasted. Make yourself comfortable on a decently-soft sofa or reading cushion.
It’s a good ride, darlings.