Loathing? Addiction?   At last we'll most likely discover it is every one of them and none.    A splendid novel, that, amidst the sexual frustration (and disarray), likewise manages an issue I feel emphatically about: trust. Things happen, and are portrayed in this book, should warrant a NSFW cautioning, yet as much as they may seem to have a sexual nature, they're significantly more about closeness, about believing somebody enough to exposing yourself totally before them. To by one means or another wind up in that other individual. It's something that is gotten in the book a few times, uniquely in the demonstration the title alludes to; calling each other by their own names. As though to state, 'I get it. I am you, you are me'.    At the end of the day: Call Me by Your Name is about being seventeen, fumbling in the dark to find ways to make this connection real, to somehow make it more than just a feeling between two people, to, for even only a passing minute, trap it in something physical, something substantial - and dreamily explores first love.