Thursday, August 11, 2022

๐ŸŸช▪๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐˜๐Ž๐”, ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐Œ๐„: ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐Ž๐Ž๐Š ๐ˆ๐๐’๐๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐ƒ ๐๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„๐๐Ž ๐’๐Ž๐๐†▪๐ŸŸช

There were quite a few times when we talked to you about Placebo songs inspired by the books or the ones that got their titles ‘borrowed’ from Brian’s favourite novels. Today, I’m going to tell you about a book which, other way round, was named after Placebo song, ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐˜๐Ž๐”, ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐Œ๐„ by the American author ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’—๐’Š๐’… ๐‘ณ๐’†๐’—๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’.
The novel was published in September 2011 in the United States and consists of photographs by ๐‘ฑ๐’๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’†๐’“ and corresponding text by ๐‘ณ๐’†๐’—๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’.

Photo credit: Scarlet Page; book cover / edit by Olga

The book tells the story of Evan, a young boy whose best friend, Ariel, has recently suffered a psychotic break. The narration is addressing Ariel and tells how Evan is dealing with much guilt surrounding this experience. This guilt is made worse by mysterious photographs that are being strategically left for him.
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๐Ÿ“ขAs for the title, ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’—๐’Š๐’… ๐‘ณ๐’†๐’—๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ said that "when I started writing the book, I wanted the novel to be my equivalent of a Sleeping with Ghosts era Placebo song. But in the book itself, it never says that the character listens to Placebo. The reference is more to the writing than to the events of the story, or the point of view."


๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ - ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž (๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ ๐•๐ข๐๐ž๐จ)
➡️ https://bit.ly/3NZqEFf


๐ŸŸชHere are some excerpts from the book ๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’Š๐’†๐’˜ I’ve found for you.
"In this high school-set psychological tale, a tormented teen named Evan starts to discover a series of unnerving photographs - some of which feature him. Someone is stalking him… messing with him… threatening him. Worse, ever since his best friend Ariel has been gone, he’s been unable to sleep, spending night after night torturing himself for his role in her absence. And as crazy as it sounds, Evan’s starting to believe it’s Ariel that’s behind all of this, punishing him. But the more Evan starts to unravel the mystery, the more his paranoia and insomnia amplify, and the more he starts to unravel himself. Creatively told with black-and-white photos interspersed between the text so the reader can see the photos that are so unnerving to Evan, Every You, Every Me is a one-of-a-kind departure from a one-of-a-kind author.

Screenshot from Every you Every me promo video

๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐‘ด๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ ๐’‘๐’”๐’š๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‰๐’–๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’Š๐’‘๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’–๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’๐’š ๐’Ž๐’๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.
And like with other David Levithan’s novels, Every You, Every Me is full of David’s thought provoking ideas and views of things and life. His philosophy is scattered in the story making Evan’s thoughts more profound than a usual teenager character. David’s words as always carry something bigger and deeper in them – they are not just strings of words put together to tell a story but words of wisdom from a genius person like David.


๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐‘ด๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’”, ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’‡, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’“๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’Ž๐’‘๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’๐’” ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’•’๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’, ๐’๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’„๐’†๐’”๐’”."
(๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜๐‘๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘’.๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ .๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š)


๐ŸŸช▪๐‘ธ๐‘ผ๐‘ถ๐‘ป๐‘ฌ๐‘บ▪๐ŸŸช
☑️“You don’t know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can’t know every me, and I can’t know every you.”
☑️“A photograph it a souvenir of a memory.
It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.”
☑️“I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.”


๐ŸŸช๐ƒ๐€๐•๐ˆ๐ƒ ๐‹๐„๐•๐ˆ๐“๐‡๐€๐ is an American young adult fiction author and editor who, particularly, has written numerous works featuring strong male gay characters. Six of Levithan's books have won or been finalists for the Lambda Literary Award for Children's and Young Adult Literature, making him the most celebrated author in the category.


Some other David Levithan’s young adult novels:
▪Survivor (2000)
▪Boy Meets Boy (2003)
▪The Realm of Possibility (2004)
▪Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (2006)
▪Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List (2007)
▪Invisibility (2013)
▪You Know Me Well (2016)
▪Dear Diary (2017)
▪Take Me With You When You Go (2021)
▪Anwers in the Pages (2022)
▪The Lover's Dictionary (2011) is the author’s only adult novel so far.

The book by Leviathan

๐ŸŸชThe whole story of how ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐˜๐Ž๐”, ๐„๐•๐„๐‘๐˜ ๐Œ๐„ book came into being, started with David Levithan’s fascination with photography…
๐Ÿ“ข“For the past sixteen years and three months, I’ve taken at least one photograph every day. It started as a new year’s resolution, and for about a decade, it existed on film. … When I started, photographs were physical objects – to see them, you had to have them developed, usually handed back by the batch in unmailable envelopes. Now, photography is everywhere but photographs –physical photographs – are harder to find. […]
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’š ๐’…๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‰๐’š๐’”๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’ ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†? ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’’๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’?
[…] Every roll of film became the smallest of time capsules – pieces of memory sealed away until they were unearthed at a later date. […]
I also like sending photos in the mail. […] ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’‚๐’„๐’‰๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’Š๐’•’๐’” ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’‚๐’„๐’‰๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•. […]


I started writing novels at about the same time I started taking a photo a day, and a recurring thought I had as my novel-writing career developed was whether I could combine the two in some way. I love visual-hybrid novels, and since I will never, ever be able to draw like Brian Selznick, the most obvious form of illustration was photography. ... The problem was: When I saw my own photographs, I could not separate them from what they already were.


[...] It took a while for me to figure out a way around this. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’… ๐‘ฑ๐’๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’†๐’“’๐’” ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‰ – ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‰๐’š๐’”๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’‘๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‰ – ๐’‚๐’‡๐’‡๐’Š๐’™๐’†๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’“. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’… ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’š ๐‘ฐ’๐’… ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’†, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’–๐’๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’’๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”. ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’’๐’• ๐’‡๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’’๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘ ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž.
Which made me realize: the way around my dilemma was to use someone else’s photographs, not my own. If I didn’t know the story behind them, I could make up whatever story I wanted.
Farmer ... gave me photographs, one at a time, whenever I asked for one. I wrote a novel involving these photographs. He had no idea what I was writing; I had no idea what photograph he would give me next. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’–๐’๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’€๐’๐’–, ๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐‘ด๐’†. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’“ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’•๐’” ๐’„๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†.

Photo credit: David Tonge

Every You, Every Me is many things – the story of a pretty messed-up mind, a mystery in both an actual and an existential sense, and an examination of the things we bring and the things we take from a friendship . . . and how confused the bringing and the taking can become. It also, in many ways, is a testament to the power of the physical; within the novel, the main character, Evan, is both haunted and taunted by photographs being left for him by an unknown person. It is the actual presence of the photos that unhinges him – and also forces him to confront the things he is trying hardest not to confront.
The book would not work if Evan were simply being emailed the photos; it would not work if hitting a delete button were an option.


Photographs are easy enough to destroy – all it takes is a few rips, or the kiss of a lighter – but they also bear a certain permanence when held and seen. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’•๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’†’๐’—๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’–๐’”.
… ๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Ž๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’….”

You can read the full story in David’s own words here:
➡️ https://bit.ly/3yyUXg7

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