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Eight White Nights Es la noche de Navidad y Henry deambula por los salones de un inmenso apartamento del Upper West Side de Nueva York confundiéndose con los demás invitados de una fiesta ue parece no acabar nunca De pronto una voz lo sorprende #Soy Clara# sin más anuncia una mujer joven y hermosa y estas dos palabras tan simples y firmes bastan para intrigar a Henry Luego un cigarrillo compartido en la terraza y unas cuantas frases más los convierten en cómplices de una historia de amor única Nosotros desde las páginas del libro acompañamos a Henry en los días ue siguen a la fiesta a lo largo de las ocho noches blancas ue separan la Navidad de la celebración de Año nuevo Ahí estamos testigos privilegiados de las dudas del joven de sus paseos solitarios en busca de Clara de su desconcierto al verla de repente cuando todo parecía perdido de su miedo al compromiso y sus ganas de entrega Todo lo ue suele caber en una gran aventura amorosa auí se destila en una semana inolvidable un espléndido homenaje de André Aciman a las Noches blancas de Dostoievsky y a la mejor literatura amorosa de todos los tiempos


About the Author: André Aciman

André Aciman was born in Alexandria Egypt and is an American memoirist essayist novelist and scholar of seventeenth century literature He has also written many essays and reviews on Marcel Proust His work has appeared in The New Yorker The New York Review of Books The New York Times The Paris Review The New Republic Condé Nast Traveler as well as in many volumes of The Best American Ess



10 thoughts on “Eight White Nights

  1. snowplum snowplum says:

    If you love music and sympathize with introspective and intelligent characters who think as much as they act and often might wish they could act than their anxieties allow them to this book is a gem I've read critiues that find the characters unrealistic too elitist they think too much they imbue all sorts of moments with too much significance and they fixate on tiny details that no one would care about All I can say is these reviewers are not Aciman's people But make no mistake Aciman is writing about certain real people and he is writing them brilliantly There is some stunning prose in this book and I saw every single location taking shape felt the heat of every fire the snow on my eyelashes was right there in the car for the drives along the Hudson I loved this slow introspective honest melancholy hopeful look at desire Bravo Mr Aciman


  2. Cheryl Cheryl says:

    Aciman is a Proust scholar so it's not surprising that this work is so Proustian a narrative of the human experience that occurs through slow accumulation of thoughts sensory information and psychological awakenings I read somewhere maybe in an interview that Aciman considers this his favorite book If you've read Proust simply to enjoy the journey of meanders then you'll enjoy this read If you've read Dostoyevsky's White Nights you'll appreciate a similar love story and inner restlessness of character And if you've read any of Aciman's works well you'd simply enjoy the craftsmanship that is his style Simply put don't read this if what you seek is conventional story structure Although I wanted another ending this is my fourth Aciman read and as always I was stunned by how he uses language to illuminate human nature to showcase the loneliness of a man who wanders the city remembering his father and thinking constantly about a woman he's just met Perhaps it was the state of a woman whose beauty could easily overwhelm you but then rather than withdraw after achieving its effect simply lingered on your face and never let go till it read every good or bad thought it knew it would find and had probably placed there straining the conversation promising intimacy before its time demanding intimacy as one demands surrender breaking through the lines of casual conversation long before preliminary acts of friendship had been put in place daring you to admit what she'd known all along that you were easily flustered in her presence that she was right all men are ultimately uneasy with desire than the women they desireHello New York City Strauss Park 105th Street Hello love and anxiety and fear and pain and restlessness all wrapped in a bow that secures two bottles of champagne for a new year's toast and a trip to see Eric Rohmer's films Aciman had to be in love when writing this In fact I couldn't help remembering pieces of Alibis Essays on Elsewhere as I read this This is a story of a man and woman who get to know each other over the course of eight white nights It embraces the angst of not knowing when or if you're in love and better yet if the other person feels the same The book itself is in eight sections The story occurs in dialogue and in stream You either read yourself or your Ex in these elongated thoughts or you try to clear a path free of convolutions Maybe both You read and you're a therapist You read and you're a participant You read and you're disoriented You read this and you want to find a city whose maze you know how to maneuver because it is your city the city you knew once you knew love the city that holds those kind of memories you want to relive


  3. Dirk Dirk says:

    I finished this book on an airplane and I cried I recall once years ago finishing something on an airplane and crying It was John Barth's Chimera and when the suit next to me looked at me oddly all I could do was mumble “It was so beautiful So to forestall committing a spoiler I want say I did not cry because the end was unhappy or happy but because it was so emotional for me Which brings us to the characters The book recounts the relations between a 20 something going on 14 couple from their meeting on Christmas Eve to New Years Eve in wintery New York mostly on the upper west side around 106th St Like Aciman's previous novel Call Me By Your Name it is about the relation between passion and the development of a sense of self They are intelligent and educated Scattered literary and musical allusions are primarily important to the couple but not to the reader the reverse of the practice in some modernist novels say Ulysses The connection with Dostoyevsky's story Four White Nights is a little complicated and I can't explain it without spoilers but I suggest you read it first They travel in affluent circles if they are not affluent themselves They are Jewish passionate and neurotic More than once I thought of giving up in disgust at heir self defeating maneuvers You want shake them and say 'Come on get it on or get over it' One thing that helped me hang with them was knowing that Aciman is a noted Proust scholar and recalling that the neurotic obsessions of Swann and Marcel are ultimately meaningful The sketches of several minor characters are full bodied and engaging particularly of the POV's parents and of an old couple that serve as surrogate family to the heroine The couple bond among many other ways by mutually caricaturing other characters except the parental figures in a self centered and even mean spirited way as people trying to define themselves often do The dialogue is terrific some of it might have wandered in from Oscar Wild They develop between them not a special language but again as people defining themselves by love do an important special vocabulary I happen to have once lived in that neighborhood and evocation of New York is intense and winning The writing is terrific; particularly the POV's elouent and insightful self regard no matter how neurotic No one wants to compare to Proust but like Marcel this unwise young man sueezes out a lot of wisdom elouently


  4. Molly Molly says:

    Every time I thought this book was getting good something would happen or likely not happen that irritated me Both of the main characters were unlikeable and I had no patience for their waffling their baseless recriminations and most of all their seeming complete lack of real interest in each other There were some great moments and some of the prose was very nicely put together but mostly I just wanted to the characters to shut up and act like grown ups Also the back cover copy of the book is not entirely accurate culminating on New Year’s Eve in a final scene charged with magic and the promise of renewal Personally I found the ending completely lacking in promise of any kind and certainly didn't make me want to charge out and fall in love Actually it made me never want to deal with love again if it involves such mind gaming people as those portrayed in this navel gazing novel I finished the book saying Well that was stupid Never a good sign


  5. Bob Garlitz Bob Garlitz says:

    for GoodreadsAciman Our Apophatic MysticOver the past few weeks I’ve been catching up on the work of André Aciman  The great memoir and three of the novels  Started a fourth Eight White Nights earlier this week  I also found my new copy of Michael Sells book Mystical Languages of Unsaying  I had read some of the authors under discussion  I had not realized that “The 150 year period from the mid twelfth to the beginning of the fourteenth century constitutes the flowering of apophatic mysticism  Almost simultaneously the apophatic masterpieces of the Islamic Jewish and Christian traditions appeared ” Such a short intense cross cultural or intercultural period  It made me wonder about apophatic forms of expression in our time  I googled “apophatic novel” and up came of course the books by Charles Williams  The Greater Trumps Shadows of Ecstasy War in Heaven The Descent of the Dove  I had read those years ago but had forgotten them  I have long privately thought of Beckett’s works as explorations in negative theology  I suppose there are many dissertations on the topic by now  I would read Pessoa’s The Book of Disuiet this way  Day or so later I picked up a book of Aciman’s prose pieces  A different voice in these than in the novels and it is the voice in the fictions that I love best  But in the first few essays in False Papers I began to see how clearly Aciman is an apophatic writer  “Exile” and “Memory” are in the subtitle and these words Aciman repeats endlessly in marvelously woven intricacies  But it is desire longing that everything he talks about serves  And look at these passages  “It was my way of preempting tomorrow’s worries by making tomorrow seem yesterday of warding off adversity by warding off happiness as well  In the end I learned not to enjoy going to Paris or even to enjoy being there because I enjoyed it too much”“The Paris I cultivated was a Paris one need not stay too long in  It was a Paris made to be yearned for and remembered a Paris of the mind a Paris which stood for the true life the life done over the better life the one flooded in limelight with tinsel soundtrack and costume”“I had long ago learned to prefer the imagined encounter or the memory of the imagined encounter to the thing itself”This is the basic pattern of all of Aciman’s writing a saying and then an unsaying  In Sell’s words “apophsis cannot help but posit a ‘thing’ or ‘being’ a being it must then unsay while positing yet entities that must be unsaid in turn”  Aciman’s characters love and then lose and learn to unlove whether a place like Alexandria or Paris or a person like Oliver who his love Elio asks to call him by his name  Eight White Nights would be a great title for a mystical work like The Cloud of Unknowing  “what I was feeling was not just admiration   The word worship as in ‘I could worship people like her’ hadn’t crossed my mind yet though later that evening which I stood with her watching a glowing moonlight barge moored across the white Hudson I did turn to worship  Because placid winterscapes lift up the soul and bring down our guard  Because part of me was already venturing into an amorphous terrain in which a word here a word there any word really is all we have to hold on to before surrendering to a will far mightier than our own”  my emphasisI suppose there are already many dissertations in a university libraries on the apophatic tradition in Modernist and Post Modernist literature   Aciman is certainly our principal practitioner at this moment  Yearning oscillates between the poles of every bridge every love every utterance every saying and unsaying  Memory exile love and loss sustain this longing as with every mystic  posted Tuesday February 7 2017 on my blog chromenosblogspotcomI sent this to Aciman and he gracioulsy replied a few days later part of his reply follows“I have been in print  for 20 years now and received some adulation but never ie NEVER have  I felt that a reader understood me to the bone or so thoroughly as you did in your blog You went straight to the soul of things to use mystical language because you got what I have elsewhere called the soufflé effect the folding back and forth without necessarily arriving at any answer a form of treading water of floating but not swimming  I can go on but it is the subject of what I hope will be a forthcoming collection of essays on various artists entitled Homo Irrealis based on the irrealis mood something that linguists call the indefinite mood in grammar  Wikipedia has I think a damn good definitionIn any event your have inspired me to get Pessoa and see what hewrites  Thank you so much for well thinking of me thinkingabout meAndré


  6. Jv Jv says:

    A character says of the narrator that he’s the most exasperating person she knows True The problem for me is that the novel also becomes exasperating when not frustrating or simply alienating Still the novel has wonderful vivid moments and insights about desire and loss My guess is that Aciman wrote precisely the book he intended to write but this is not the book I wanted to read


  7. Heather Mays Heather Mays says:

    50 pages in and I thought Why am I wasting time reading this drivel?


  8. Kathy Kathy says:

    I loved the chemistry between the couple and most of the writing but this really could've done with 200 pages less


  9. Elise Elise says:

    I have no idea what I just read


  10. L.E. Chamberlin L.E. Chamberlin says:

    I know this isn't everyone's read It just isn't There's talkingso much talking And there's a pathologically passive hero and a heroine who is as much a fucked up mess if not than the hero and a lot of in the weeds nearly stream of consciousness dialogue and imagined dialogue I can't even properly describe this book I'm doing a terrible job of it But it struck me in some strange tender place and I trusted in André Aciman because he wrote one of my favorite books of all time Call Me by Your NameNothing much happens and yet everything happens Yes it's one of those But I loved it


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