A haunting gay love story where grief becomes devotion, memory becomes myth, and a young man must choose between the ghost of his past and the truth of who he is.
With tension and heart in equal measure, Mario Elías’s Beloved Disciples is a luminous, haunting portrait of grief, devotion, and the blurred edges of memory. In a sun-bleached Caribbean town, Simón is haunted by the ghost of his lover Albi, by the weight of family, and by a faith that no longer comforts. Once bound together by whispered prayers and saltwater kisses, Simón and Albi carved a secret world from the shadows. But when Albi dies unexpectedly, that world begins to unravel.
Now, Simón finds Albi in the rectory where they made love, in the queer sanctuaries of their found family, in the ache of things unsaid. As his estranged Catholic mother reappears with promises and expectations, Simón is torn between the love that consumes him and the version of himself he’s been running from. Past and present bleed together, memory distorts, and reality slips into something more uncertain—more sacred.
A day-in-the-life tale laced with longing, Beloved Disciples is a fevered meditation on inheritance, identity, and the desperate need to belong. For readers of Douglas Stuart’s Shuggie Bain, Fernanda Melchor’s Hurricane Season, and André Aciman’s Call Me By Your Name, this debut hums with raw beauty and tender, ruinous love.
Come for the CALL ME BY YOUR NAME vibes, stay for the beautiful prose and rich characters. I read Mario Elías’s stunning debut with my heart in my throat. A lush and lyrical story of love, loss, and family, Beloved Disciples is like watching a honey-hued film that flows back and forth in time. Here, desire is fierce and bright, pain is smoothed over with poetry, and first love is built of moments that are sacred like a secret church garden. The struggles of faith, family, and self-acceptance will resonate with so many queer readers. I was completely transported to the world and its characters, but it’s the voice of Simón as he speaks of his love for Albi that will stay with me. You can feel their love ache and grow across the pages like an Impressionistic painting—told through bold strokes of color that seem to change in the shifting light.