Andre Aciman

Enigma Variations

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André Aciman, hailed as a writer of “fiction at its most supremely interesting” (The New York Review of Books), has written a novel that charts the life of a man named Paul, whose loves remain as consuming and as covetous throughout his adulthood as they were in his adolescence. Whether the setting is southern
Italy, where as a boy he has a crush on his parents' cabinetmaker, or a snowbound campus in New
England, where his enduring passion for a girl he'll meet again and again over the years is punctuated
by anonymous encounters with men; whether he's on a tennis court in Central Park, or on a New York sidewalk in early spring, his attachments are ungraspable, transient, and forever underwritten by raw desire—not for just one person's body but, inevitably, for someone else's as well.
In Enigma Variations, Aciman maps the most inscrutable corners of passion, proving to be an unsparing
reader of the human psyche and a master stylist. With…
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    We’re torn between regret, which is the price to pay for things not done, and remorse, which is the cost for having done them.
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    The past may or may not be a foreign country. It may morph or lie still, but its capital is always Regret, and what flushes through it is the grand canal of unfledged desires that feed into an archipelago of tiny might-have-beens that never really happened but aren’t unreal for not happening and might still happen though we fear they never will.
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    I’m looking at all this and I’m thinking that one day I won’t be here to see it and I know I’ll miss it, even if I won’t have a heartbeat to miss anything. I miss it now for the-days-when, the way I miss places I’ve never traveled to or things I’ve never done.

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