tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923236661120048535.post5327263783753446322..comments2024-03-10T16:47:12.963+00:00Comments on Michael Ampersant: Call me by your name (3) --- our reviewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923236661120048535.post-5446282969868885742017-11-29T06:33:01.840+00:002017-11-29T06:33:01.840+00:00Perry, This is a nice idea...Bonjour Tristesse as ...Perry, This is a nice idea...Bonjour Tristesse as a gay parody...written in English, but with a French accent...a novella, not a whole-length thing.<br /><br />(May I add, humbly, that the Alex and John of the GREEN EYES are also too pretty, even though there isn't much money, not until the second Happy Ending).Michael M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13142164033703363181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923236661120048535.post-48470457359983870722017-11-28T22:57:59.225+00:002017-11-28T22:57:59.225+00:00I always describe this kind of book as "gay m...I always describe this kind of book as "gay men who never really have to work" stories. This live in this enchanted land of youth, looks, money, and leisure. Or enough youth, looks, money, and leisure not to make their stories genuinely difficult. Pretty as they are, I find these books difficult to get through, but they make sweet movies. This is like they updated Francoise Sagan's "Bonjour Tristesse" from 1954, also set in a Riviera paradise, and updated it with a queer story. I remember reading "Bonjour Tristesse" when I was about 18 and adoring it: it was so completely out of the grubby world I was in, where getting 3 square meals a day was an accomplishment. Perry Brasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14750213993334812556noreply@blogger.com