Eight White Nights: A Novel [Hardcover]

André Aciman (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: February 2, 2010

A LUSHLY ROMANTIC NOVEL FROM THE AUTHOR OF CALL ME BY YOUR NAME

Eight White Nights is an unforgettable journey through that enchanted terrain where passion and fear and the sheer craving to ask for love and to show love can forever alter who we are. A man in his late twenties goes to a large Christmas party in Manhattan where a woman introduces herself with three words: “I am Clara.” Over the following seven days, they meet every evening at the same cinema. Overwhelmed yet cautious, he treads softly and won’t hazard a move. The tension between them builds gradually, marked by ambivalence, hope, and distrust. As André Aciman explores their emotions with uncompromising accuracy and sensuous prose, they move both closer together and farther apart, culminating on New Year’s Eve in a final scene charged with magic and the promise of renewal.

Call Me by Your Name, Aciman’s debut novel, established him as one of the finest writers of our time, an expert at the most sultry depictions of longing and desire. As The Washington Post Book World wrote, “The beauty of Aciman’s writing and the purity of his passions should place this extraordinary first novel within the canon of great romantic love stories for everyone.”

Aciman’s piercing and romantic new novel is a brilliant performance from a master prose stylist.

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

This feverish novel from the author of Call Me by Your Name takes a microscope to a torrid romance–cum–battle of the sexes between two 20-something New Yorkers. Clara Brunschvicg and the unnamed narrator meet at a swank Christmas Eve party and immediately jockey for position. The ensuing grappling plays out over the course of the seven nights between that party and New Year's Eve. The motor that makes this dual character portrait hum is the narrator's uncertainty about sardonic beauty Clara's murky intentions. Aciman knows these types well, filling their romance with coffees, wealthy friends in Hudson County, and Rohmer film festivals, and he concocts ever more complex scenarios to dramatize the tension and uncertainty. This smart book is rich with the details of how skittish lovers interact. Aciman creates a private vernacular for the two while rarely failing to miss a telling smile or let so much as a line of dialogue go wasted. At times the narrator's wordiness drags—particularly when he intersperses the play-by-play of an intense moment with an extended analysis of the scene—but, mostly, the novel is taut and entirely authentic. (Feb.)
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From Bookmarks Magazine

Aciman's mesmerizing and, at times, maddening pas de deux plunges readers into the dizzying early stages of a new relationship, with mixed results. Most critics appreciated Aciman's nods to various novelists, poets, and composers--particularly Proust and Dostoevsky--but a few found the continuous stream of clever references belabored and affected. Aciman's decision to disengage his characters from the more humdrum realities of 21st-century life (such as unemployment, the economy, and the war in Afghanistan) left them strangely uprooted and diminished, and all but the Washington Post eventually grew tired of the narrator's perpetual interior monologues. However, Aciman's acute psychological insights and poetic language made up for many of these complaints: Eight White Nights is a perceptive, if somewhat flawed, portrayal of an unusual romance.

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Product Details

• Hardcover: 368 pages
• Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux; First Edition edition (February 2, 2010)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0374228426
• ISBN-13: 978-0374228422
• Product Dimensions: 9.2 x 6.2 x 1.5 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.3 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (22 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #362,369 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

More About the Author

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 Essays.

Aciman grew up in a multilingual and multinational family and attended English-language schools, first in Alexandria and later, after his family moved to Italy in 1965, in Rome. In 1968, Aciman's family moved again, this time to New York City, where he graduated in 1973 from Lehman College. Aciman received his Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from Harvard University and, after teaching at Princeton University and Bard College, is Distinguished Professor of Comparative Literature at The Graduate Center of The City University of New York. He is currently chair of the Ph. D. Program in Comparative Literature and founder and director of The Writers' Institute at the Graduate Center. He has also taught creative writing at New York University and Yeshiva University. In 2009, Aciman was also Visiting Distinguished Writer at Wesleyan University.

Aciman is the author of the Whiting Award-winning memoir Out of Egypt (1995), an account of his childhood as a Jew growing up in post-colonial Egypt. His books and essays have been translated in many languages. In addition to Out of Egypt, Aciman has published two other books: False Papers: Essays in Exile and Memory (2001), and most recently a novel entitled Call Me By Your Name (2007), which was chosen as a New York Times Notable Book of the Year and which won the Lambda Literary Award for Men's Fiction (2008). He also edited Letters of Transit (1999) and The Proust Project (2004) and prefaced Monsieur Proust (2003) and The Light of New York (2007).

His forthcoming novel Eight White Nights (FSG) will be published on February 14, 2010

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18 of 20 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars "Everything before Clara seemed so lifeless, hollow, stopgap. The after-Clara thrilled and scared me...", February 14, 2010

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Mary Whipple (New England) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Eight White Nights: A Novel (Hardcover)

Author Andre Aciman's intense analysis of a budding romance between two New Yorkers in their late twenties reveals every conversation, every thought, every re-thought, every imagined slight, every regret about lost opportunities, and every romantic question in the lives of these two characters as they test the waters for a new relationship. An unnamed narrator accustomed to the good life (and, apparently, with no need to work), meets Clara Brunschvicg at a posh Christmas party on the Upper West Side. Clara meets the speaker behind the Christmas tree, and introduces herself with the words, "I am Clara."

As the evening progresses, the reader watches the interactions of the speaker and Clara--the oneupsmanship, the "gotcha moments," the arch smart-aleckyness of two educated people trying to impress each other with how bright and "with it" they are. Literary references fall from their lips with ease--Homer, poet Henry Vaughan, and Dostoevsky appear in their early conversations. They even invent their own "cute" vocabulary as they chat: "Pandangst" for pandemic anxiety, "Shukoffs" for people they want to avoid at the party, "VishnukrishnuVindalu" for sexuality, "the rose garden" for love. They discover, not surprisingly, that they are both fans of the art films of experimental French filmmaker Eric Rohmer, who features articulate young people in new romances which play havoc with their psyches.

By the time the speaker leaves the Christmas Eve party, he is fantasizing about a future with Clara and has made plans to meet her at a Rohmer film the next night. In the meantime, he analyzes and overanalyzes every moment of their meeting and their conversations, dithering constantly about the impression he may have made and what she may have thought.

Each of the nights between Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve is described in detail from the point of view of the speaker, and in this respect, the plot parallels Fyodor Dostoevsky's short story, "White Nights." Other motifs in the novel include the speaker's tendency to walk the city (another parallel to Dostoevsky) and spend time in nearby Straus Park, which features a statue entitled "Memory." Not surprisingly, considering the subject matter, the author has chosen to set the story in the depths of winter.

As the relationship between the speaker and Clara develops, with all its misunderstandings, real and imagined, the novel's intense and heady prose conjures up vibrant images, and the dialogue, both real and imagined, is full of suggestive meanings. The sophisticated structure rewards careful reading, and the novel's style ranks with the finest of literary fiction. Unfortunately, however, the two main characters are not likable--he dithers and quakes and can't decide, while she manipulates and plays mind games--and some readers will not want to bother to find out what happens to these people--or worse, will not care. Mary Whipple

15 of 18 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Grandstanding by Aciman, March 25, 2010

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peter at scandinavianbooks.com "Peter" (CA, USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Eight White Nights: A Novel (Hardcover)

Eight White Nights: A Novel Aciman's novel is an in-depth analysis of a romance involving, it would seem, two New York intellectuals in their late twenties. It is a strange journey. In intellectualism New York fashion everything is analyzed and re-analyzed. The conversations, thoughts, movements, reactions, every tiny little gesture laid out for study. And, of course, what is thought but not said, and what could possibly have been thought an said by the main character, the unnamed narrator who sees it all, senses it all, and is as omni-potent as a combine of Freud, Marcüse and Sartre.

It starts with a Christmas party on the Upper West Side, Riverside Drive. Clara meets the speaker behind the Christmas tree, and introduces herself with the words, "I am Clara." Then follows page after page about the introduction. "I am Clara". Which to me seems very much like the ordinary, customary, relatively polite way of introducing oneself at a party. But for Aciman this seemingly is a revelation. Three words signifying a world of opportunity.

Starting from this odd night, each of the following nights are discussed and described in pretty much the same level of detail. And as the relationship develops - admittedly with some funny and amusing misunderstandings - more suggestive meanings are conjured. But nothing really happens? They don't - as one might put it - consummate the relationship. And from start to end there are lots of really deep discussions, yet even so, I can't honestly say that I ever felt I really came close to the characters - their souls, what made them tick, the inner beings.

I have noticed that the book has received a lot of rave reviews, but I really beg to differ. To my mind this is an author too interested in his own voice and what he considers wonderful sentences and expressions. Listen to this:

"From our high perch, the silver-purple city looked aerial and distant and superterrestial, a beguiling kingdom whose beaming spires rose silently through the twilit winter mist to parlay with the stars. I watched the fresh furrowed tracks on Riverside Drive, the scattered lampposts with their heads ablaze, and a bus crawling through the snow, tilting its way ppast the knoll off the 112th and Riverside before shuffling off, snow padding its lank shoulders, an empty, Stygian vessel headed toward destinations and sights unseen. I am like Clara, it said, I'll take you places you never knew."

Sure, this is sophisticated. But it is also completely vacuous! It doesn't push the novel forward - and indeed, there are a lot of paragraphs like this one. As if there really is no story to tell, at least not a story more important than the voice of the author. To me, this is grand-standing. Aciman is posing. And poseurs quickly become quite boring. Give me instead life, flesh, movement, emotion, tears and joy. Give me real people and a real story. 360 pages of posing are 340 pages too many!

7 of 8 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars The Great Novel is Back, March 2, 2010

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Hugh Armstrong - See all my reviews

This review is from: Eight White Nights: A Novel (Hardcover)

In an age of dumbed-down, pigeon-holed, pandering literature, Eight White Nights reminds us that it is still possible to write a masterful work. Aciman has entered the pantheon of writers whose work will be read and taught for generations. No book in recent memory has leaped headlong into the iffiness and muddle of romance so profoundly, as the unnamed narrator exposes the endless implications of a word or a gesture or an apparent mixed signal.

Aciman's groundbreaking memoir Out of Egypt (and much of his other nonfiction) reveals an obsession with geographic uncertainty. Apparently, fiction has given Aciman the no-holds-barred courage to rev it into high gear as he excavates the heart's similar ambivalence. Eight White Nights forces the issue. Aciman makes the reader squirm, as there is no escaping what we find when cornered into previously unprobed, endless levels of anxiety and insecurity in ourselves.

Residents of New York City's Upper West Side may appreciate the local action, but familiarity is unnecessary as this story needs no location. Similarly, educated readers will appreciate the influence of Keats, Dostoyevsky, Joyce and many others, but those who don't will miss nothing as they reel from the impact of this masterpiece.