André Aciman – Find Me Audiobook

André Aciman – Find Me Audiobook


Find Me Audiobook – (Call Me by Your Name Book # 2) By André Aciman



Many (and perhaps many) of you were seduced by the slender beauty of Timothée Chalamet as Elio, a seventeen-year-old teenager intoxicated with a summer passion as elusive as it was unexpected for student Oliver. Twenty-four-year-old American who came to share his teacher’s family home for the summer in Italy. It was in the film Call me by your name directed by Luca Guadagnino, adapted from the eponymous novel (and published in France under two titles, Later or never appeared at Éditions de l’Olivier in 2008, then Call me by your name at Grasset in 2018) and which had a great success in theaters at the beginning of 2018 and a lot of awards, allowing the book to experience the same success in bookstores.

It was therefore necessary to wait nearly two years for a sequel to this extraordinary love story to arrive in bookstores, and if the novel appeared in the United States in October 2019, it is currently unpublished in French, its publisher Grasset having postponed the release to May 27, 2020. My impatience to find Elio and Oliver was such during this period of confinement that I finally could not wait another month, and I cracked by buying the digital book on my Kindle e-reader in English. There, feverish, impatient, I was going to be able to plunge back into this unspeakable love. Find Me Audiobook free .

I am torn between two feelings vis-à-vis this novel that I devoured in two days: on the one hand, a terrible disappointment, that of not having found a novel that meets my expectations, my hopes, and for questioning up to about half of the novel that it was a follow-up to Call Me By Your Name. On the other hand, that of a rare pleasure, reading a book with musical writing, melodious, which even pushed me to read aloud regularly, for the solitary pleasure of hearing the beauty of the sentences. in my ears.

The book therefore brings us several years after what we could call “the Italian summer”, with the various characters. Ten years later, to begin with, with Elio’s father, in Rome. An unexpected meeting in a train, a flamboyant passion, which nothing can stop, between a young artist photographer and a teacher twice her age. Between them, seduction as a game, desire, pleasure, and the fear of fleetingness and abandonment. Absolutely not what I expected when I started the novel, but it must be said, a great story.

Five years later (therefore fifteen years after the Italian summer), this time with Elio, in Paris. An unexpected meeting in a church, a flamboyant passion, which nothing can stop, between a young artist musician and a lawyer twice his age. Between them, seduction as a game … in short, you understand. A second act like a perfect mirror of the first.

Five years later, finally, with Oliver, this time in New York. Married to the one he would meet again after the Italian summer, he is about to leave their apartment facing the Hudson to return to live and teach in New Hampshire. on the evening of his farewell, during a small evening organized in their empty apartment, he shows himself faithful to the sensual ambiguity that we know him and to his tendency to desire without barriers, men or women …

For the last chapter … well we’ll have to read the book. I do not wish to reveal more to you, know that these last pages made me cry. I am a sensitive soul, it must be said.

Oh, how easy I found it to tear myself away from a few tears to make myself forget the boredom and disappointment which had accompanied my reading until this tasty end. If the writing is sincerely magnificent, I was a little annoyed by these romantic lives, too easy, surfing on this North American cliché of an old Europe dedicated to libertine loves and the transgression of all prohibitions, fantasy of ‘a certain indolence. An astonishing book, sometimes, on this relationship to fathers, omnipresent from the first to the last page, while mothers, for their part, are almost non-existent. On this obsession, too, of bringing together young people and older men, which made me think of the erasts and eromenos of ancient Greece. Finally, I found it a pity that this novel, like the previous one, carefully avoids naming homosexuality and bisexuality, and is content to show the practical aspects and by evoking it as a desire, a desire for happiness, for pleasure. . As if this sexual orientation were only a fleeting desire, which could be swept away the next day by a contrary desire.

A mixed opinion therefore: a disappointing story a little sweetish served by a magnificent feather.