Book: Eight White Nights
Author: Andre Aciman
Aciman’s tale of a love affair in eight nights confused, yet delighted, me from beginning to end. Never in the history of man (or literature) have the words “I am Clara” been so unforgettable.
Eight White Nights is Aciman’s tale of falling in love with an enigma. Clara is certainly just that. While the idea of spending almost 500 pages exploring eight nights of one’s life might seem a little preposterous at first, Aciman does it with such dexterity and lyricism that the reader hardly notices the pages flying by. He transports us all back to a time in our lives when every second felt like an eternity and eight days felt like 500 pages.
The plot is solid and the characters are well drawn out. But, what catapults Eight White Nights from a so-so romance novel into literature with a capital “L” is the writing. Simply profound. Beautiful and breathtaking. What I hope for every time I open a new book. I truly believe that Andre Aciman could write 500 pages about a beetle and I’d be equally riveted. That said, I hope he continues to choose love as his subject of choice – because he does it masterfully.
While the length might initially scare you, the content is beyond worth it. This gets my vote completely.