Both in conversation and through his work, André Aciman upholds writing as a serious undertaking. Being careless with words almost inevitably produces what he abhors: prose that doesn’t seek to do any more than provide information. Grasping Aciman’s attention to precise diction and a sentence’s cadence requires only reading a page of his many essays, his memoir of childhood in Alexandria, Egypt, or his fiction—including his 2007 debut novel, Call Me By Your Name, which last year was made into an Oscar-winning film. This story is from Kinfolk Issue Twenty-Nine Buy Now Related Stories Fashion Films Issue 44 Wardrobe Malfunction Why does the fashion in films so often disappoint? Films Issue 41 Mike Leigh The remarkable director discusses starting from nothing, over and over again. Films Issue 40 Bad Idea: Smell-o-Vision The quixotic history of an improbable, impossible machine. Films Issue 38 Miranda July In Los Angeles, Miranda July talks to Robert Ito about pouring the fear, pleasure and unspoken weirdness of life into her genre-bending art. Films Issue 35 Greta Lee Greta Lee built her reputation playing charismatic outsiders in other people’s stories. Now, she’s writing her own. Films Issue 33 Desiree Akhavan The Iranian-American filmmaker bringing her “weird and sexy” stories—and her parents—to set.