Giovanni's Room
From one of the most brilliant and provocative literary figures of the past century comes a groundbreaking novel set among the bohemian bars and nightclubs of 1950s Paris, about love and the fear of love—“a book that belongs in the top rank of fiction” (The Atlantic).
One of The Atlantic’s Great American Novels of the Past 100 Years
In the 1950s Paris of American expatriates, liaisons, and violence, a young man finds himself caught between desire and conventional morality.
David is a young American expatriate who has just proposed marriage to his girlfriend, Hella. While she is away on a trip, David meets a bartender named Giovanni to whom he is drawn in spite of himself. Soon the two are spending the night in Giovanni’s curtainless room, which he keeps dark to protect their privacy. But Hella’s return to Paris brings the affair to a crisis, one that rapidly spirals into tragedy.
David struggles for self-knowledge during one long, dark night—“the night which is leading me to the most terrible morning of my life.” With a sharp, probing imagination, James Baldwin's now-classic narrative delves into the mystery of loving and creates a deeply moving story of death and passion that reveals the unspoken complexities of the human heart.
One of The Atlantic’s Great American Novels of the Past 100 Years
In the 1950s Paris of American expatriates, liaisons, and violence, a young man finds himself caught between desire and conventional morality.
David is a young American expatriate who has just proposed marriage to his girlfriend, Hella. While she is away on a trip, David meets a bartender named Giovanni to whom he is drawn in spite of himself. Soon the two are spending the night in Giovanni’s curtainless room, which he keeps dark to protect their privacy. But Hella’s return to Paris brings the affair to a crisis, one that rapidly spirals into tragedy.
David struggles for self-knowledge during one long, dark night—“the night which is leading me to the most terrible morning of my life.” With a sharp, probing imagination, James Baldwin's now-classic narrative delves into the mystery of loving and creates a deeply moving story of death and passion that reveals the unspoken complexities of the human heart.
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The prose and the rhythms of this book captured me and made this story compelling and one I wanted to finish despite the fact that the main character is not one I was routing for. It’s a story of one person looking for something that he will never find in a time and place where others have come to find love and happiness. It’s a tragic tale that unfolds with hints and ends with powerful revelations.
This was an emotional read. It touched on themes of love, betrayal, anger, and sorrow. I thought it was nice overall.
I have read this book several times, and each time I see it new. A tragic story of shame and trying to love when the world forbids that love.
I cried…
I hated David. I judged him, even as I understood his situation. I hated him for his hypocrisy, his cruelty, his selfishness, and for the harm he inflicted on those around him. And yet, this hatred is inseparable from sadness—because from the very first page, Giovanni’s Room is a book steeped in sorrow. Its characters move through the world already broken, already fearing the truth of who they are. This is the reality of so many queer lives: lives lived in hiding, governed by fear, by insatiable longing, by a relentless search for meaning and moral legitimacy—convinced that who they are, and who they love, condemns them to the wrong side of the road.
Because of this, the novel feels less like David’s story than the accumulation of damage he draws behind him. In many ways, we follow the stories of his victims more closely than his own, and this, too, is tragic. Everyone is losing something, all the time.
That sadness extends even to the way women are written. The novel shows little tenderness toward them—Hella included—who is never allowed the emotional nuance or depth granted to the men. This absence reflects a misogyny that can exist within gay male spaces, something I have seen and experienced myself. While this inner or inherited misogyny is real, the novel offers little to complicate or counterbalance it. In life, there are also countless gay men who revere women, who idolize them, respect them, and love them deeply in ways the characters here never seem capable of. The lack of that perspective felt limiting, and added another layer of quiet grief to the text.
Throughout the novel, faith in God and faith in love are placed in opposition, as though choosing one requires the renunciation of the other. This tension is never resolved—only endured. Perhaps that is why the book hurts so much.
I loved Giovanni and could not let him go. Poor boy…
I cried… Yes, I cried.
I hated David. I judged him, even as I understood his situation. I hated him for his hypocrisy, his cruelty, his selfishness, and for the harm he inflicted on those around him. And yet, this hatred is inseparable from sadness—because from the very first page, Giovanni’s Room is a book steeped in sorrow. Its characters move through the world already broken, already fearing the truth of who they are. This is the reality of so many queer lives: lives lived in hiding, governed by fear, by insatiable longing, by a relentless search for meaning and moral legitimacy—convinced that who they are, and who they love, condemns them to the wrong side of the road.
Because of this, the novel feels less like David’s story than the accumulation of damage he draws behind him. In many ways, we follow the stories of his victims more closely than his own, and this, too, is tragic. Everyone is losing something, all the time.
That sadness extends even to the way women are written. The novel shows little tenderness toward them—Hella included—who is never allowed the emotional nuance or depth granted to the men. This absence reflects a misogyny that can exist within gay male spaces, something I have seen and experienced myself. While this inner or inherited misogyny is real, the novel offers little to complicate or counterbalance it. In life, there are also countless gay men who revere women, who idolize them, respect them, and love them deeply in ways the characters here never seem capable of. The lack of that perspective felt limiting, and added another layer of quiet grief to the text.
Throughout the novel, faith in God and faith in love are placed in opposition, as though choosing one requires the renunciation of the other. This tension is never resolved—only endured. Perhaps that is why the book hurts so much.
I loved Giovanni and could not let him go. Poor boy…
I cried… Yes, I cried.
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