Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

P.S. We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you.

“If not later, when?”

“People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don’t always like who they are.”

I knew the feeling wouldn’t last long and that, as with all addicts, it was easy to forswear an addiction immediately after a fix.

“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.