5 stars.
Again, James Baldwin has done it. He has made me feel the need to scream and cry and punch this book so hard with love. Especially as someone who is very good at making scenes / movies in my head with what I read, it feels like heart has been ripped out. I feel for both Giovanni and Hella in all honesty. I feel terrible for the predicaments they have been put in, the outcomes and what they grew / lived around. And though David sucks, I understand how he felt as well being torn between not only his feelings for both Giovanni and Hella, but America, and the people of France that he interacted with. This book really opens the readers eyes on intimacy such as making love with the body and not the person (or vice versa), how the room is not only literal, but a metaphor for how Giovanni is trying to change, or accommodate his life to make one for him and David though it is cluttered with his past. And even at the end, Hella making suggestions to accommodate herself for David to “replace” the feeling he had with Giovanni.
Finally, the way I take that ending (which James Baldwin is a master at his endings) is no matter how hard David tries to forget Giovanni: he will always be with him, and the guilt that if David never left, Giovanni would still be here.