André Aciman分享更多《以你的名字呼喚我》續集《Find Me》的細節

作者André Aciman在eCartelera的訪問中透露了更多《Call Me By Your Name 以你的名字呼喚我》續集《Find Me》的細節，以下為部分節錄與翻譯。

eC：在《Find Me》中Elio和Oliver的故事將從何處開始？續集將會如何呈現《Call Me By Your Name 以你的名字呼喚我》的最後幾頁呢？
Aciman：我可以告訴你的是，在Elio和Oliver分別的10年之後，Elio的父親搭上火車。他和妻子已經分開，而有位女性將會改變他的人生。他到羅馬拜訪Elio，Elio將在那不勒斯的音樂會演出，父子兩人共度了美好時光。接著跳到Elio和Oliver分別的15年之後，Elio住在巴黎，是位鋼琴家，也在音樂學院任教。在那Elio認識較他年長的男性，兩人建立了重要的關係。但Oliver總是出現在他的腦海裡，正如Elio總是出現在他父親的腦海裡一樣。5年後（分別的20年後），Oliver在紐約的大學任教。他和妻子已經漸行漸遠，他們的孩子都成年，Oliver開始思考他的人生該是什麼模樣。我想在這點到為止，讓讀者挖掘更多的故事。

eC：所以不會有第三本Elio和Oliver的故事？
Aciman：我想不會。《Find Me》是故事的結尾。

原文來源：André Aciman: "No me he recuperado de 'Call Me By Your Name' y jamás lo haré"

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