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256 pages, Paperback
First published October 16, 2018
I'll have to come back & do a proper review on this, but for now I'll just let the 1-star speak for itself. Don't waste your time. I mean, this title isn't even appropriate. So much better stuff exists regarding gender-identity.
-------So, I am going to try & do this review so I can mark it as done, but after taking some time to think I've not changed my mind about it. This book sucks. Bad writing & no story, just narcissism. It’s just bad. Poorly done. Not good. Am I making myself clear here? There's literally one quote worth reading in the entire thing, but since another reviewer has already quoted it I’ll not re-hash. I will say the quote is so very different from the rest of the content that I have to wonder if it's even her words, or if she just got lucky & had one statement that was worth something. (Seriously, it was that different from everything else in the volume.)
Okay, here we go. ---- This book started out w/ the author detailing a history of selfish & short-sighted decisions that led to her reproducing; from there it went downhill. Initially I thought, "Okay, this is intro. stuff. It'll fill out & get better." Lol, nope. The remainder of the book is the biggest collection of name-dropping I have ever come across, whining about how she didn't get famous quick enough, & the tedious telling & not showing of this happened & then that happened & blah fucking blah. OMG. STOP.
So, here's what I have pieced together in my mind that led up to this review. (It's not pretty.)
Let's start w/ the show. (I promise this is relevant.) I watched the show thinking it was about time someone did such a story, & Tambor was a great choice to play the main character. Whatever may or may not have happened on set, he played the character excellently. Unfortunately, the show quickly devolved away from the story of the supposed main character into a ridiculous focus on the whiny, entitled, self-absorbed children that made me stop watching the show in utter disgust. I was so disappointed at such an opportunity lost.
Now, to relay that experience to this book. Had I thought the show & the book would follow such a similar course, I'd never have signed up for this ARC. However, I'm quite aware that once a show has been bought & put into production any number of things can happen that may take it into a completely different direction from what it may have been conceptually. That made me open to the idea that this book could indeed be a truer representation of an experience that did not make it to screen. Indeed, the blurb about the book, & the title itself, seemed to indicate that the content would be worthy of my time & attention. Well, we know how that turned out. *sigh*
Here's where I say what I have been leading up to: I don't think I like like Jill Soloway. If we ended up in a room together I would avoid her, & possibly leave the room to look for a better set of people. Perhaps that sounds harsh, but there it is. This book reads as a confirmation of the idea that Soloway has learned little from being the (supposedly) adult child of a transgender parent, but has instead seen the experience as nothing more than a way to vault herself into the public eye as she so clearly believes she deserves to be. What I mean is, it's all about her. She seems to use the entire experience only as ways to scream, "look at me," without having actually delivered us anything truly worth digesting. Even the digression into playing w/ her gender & sexual identity seems opportunistic and not entirely true. Not once does she ever mention that thing that always seems to exist somewhere in the history of those who identify as not cis-gendered &/or non-hetero: a history of being uncomfortable in their physical selves, or a questioning of their relationship to their own bodies & selves. (Such things obviously alter how one must adjust to the cis & hetero-normative world & how they manage to move through it as they develop & grow-up.) Nor is there ever really any true statement of an understanding of, or even coming to terms with, the intense journey Soloway’s father had undergone to be able to finally arrive at a point in life of becoming the woman she had always been. I mean, anyone knows that right there is the whole story. Additionally, the relational stories about how such a change later in life alters the way one approaches & lives with the same people that existed in one's life before said change would also be truly interesting, & definitely worth the telling. That brings us back to start, where we have the tale of a parent, the children, (& possibly other loved ones), & how they adjust to such a large change, or fail to, & how well they then manage to relate back to the world at large. There is so much there to explore. That tale is what I expected to receive when I watched Transparent, & that is what I expected this book to provide when the show failed.
Despite what the blurb claims, this book will give you none of that. This book gives you the tale of what Soloway believes she deserves. It will tell you all the people she claims to be friends with, & demonstrate how resentful she is that those uber-talented & obviously hard working people become leaders in their fields, but she was still unknown.
It will tell you how when Soloway learned of her father's transition she quickly told other family to quick, call & get the news since they didn't yet know & then quick call her back, rather than let her dad tell them in his(her) own time, as had specifically stated as the preferred option by her father. It will inform you of how Soloway turned directly toward taking this story of her fathers & turned it into a commodity for sale, & how irritated she was that some other stories had beaten her to the punch as she learned she did not have quite as unique a product as she’d thought, & therefore had to shop it around longer than she felt she should have had to do.
Following this mad dash to sell, the reader is treated to the ever so tedious detailing of meetings, & phone conversations, & all the things that one knows goes on when a show is being put together but did not ever think one would ever find oneself reading the play-by-play report of....f'ing boring. Then there is a random and never explained swipe taken at Seth Rogen, for reasons I still don't fathom. Finally we arrive at the end of the show, some claims made against Tambor which I don't know enough about to have any opinion on, but which the author, as usual, views only in relation to herself & how it will effect her show. (Alas, the "why me," stance. Still self-focused, despite seeming to be opposite the stance from the former bit of the book, "why not me/what about me?")
After all that comes information about her foray into what unfortunately comes off as trying on clothes & playing dress up, except instead of clothes it's gender roles & non-hetero sexuality. To be clear, I could give a crap if she is non-hetero or not cis-gendered. My point is, she did not seem to give 2 figs about it either way until her other venues faltered and her "look at me" switch wasn't getting flipped. That reads as dishonest & opportunistic, no matter what may actually be going on. I have to hope it is not so false as it came off, but truly I can't know. All I can know is what kind of person she has presented to be from her choices, and from what she demonstrated as being important to her in the past....but that is indeed what has led me to my suspicions. (Also I would add that the very same thing occurred in the tv show, & I thought it was clearly bullshit even then. I quit watching about that time in the program, as it was glaringly obvious the show was not going to be about the trans parent, after all.)
What I want you to note from my summary above is what was not in the book. There was no story of a child-parent relationship in relation to such a unique situation. There was no challenging of patriarchy, or really even any conversation about it. There was a lot of talk about Jill. Jill thinks she should be famous. Jill name drops. Jill wants to know why other people are famous & she isn't. Jill’s Dad had a major life change which Jill quickly, without permission or even a pause for consideration, runs her mouth about to everyone & sells as quick as she can manage, even though it's not quick enough for her. Jill tells us about her meetings. Jill tells us about her phone calls. Jill tells us how other people are ruining her chance at fame. (Lol. Okay, sure. If you say so.) Jill's show disappears. Jill tries dating a girl & altering her appearance to be more masculine. Jill does not again mention more about her kid's or her Dad’s (& the family’s) life experiences, or other people at all (unless they are famous), & Jill probably needs to change shrinks because the one she has been seeing for so long doesn't seem to have done much to make Jill give a shit about anyone but Jill.
There you have it. Perhaps the harshest review I've ever written, but I feel honest about it. Don't sell me an idea for a book or a show & instead give me some whiny, self-absorbed, entitled, bullshit from someone's f'ing diary, followed by the details of their day planner. Ffs.
I feel lied to, & what's more is this was a disgraceful loss of the possibility of an enlightening & very much untold story being shared from the unique perspective of the child of a parent undergoing a profound experience. Instead it was co-opted by someone that comes off as more or less throwing a fit b/c they want more toys in their playroom. The book compounds the failure of the show to be what it was sold to be, & frankly the whole experience has left me disgusted & angry.
I will reiterate my final analysis, being that this was a dull, poorly written, disjointed, & self-serving work. Also, I now think I just don't like Jill Soloway. She's not my people. She comes off as the kind of person that tries to skew everything to her personal benefit, & as such is a problem for the real advancement of any sort of cause. On the bright side, now that I know that for a fact I can avoid her work in the future & won't have to write stuff like this again, b/c I truly don't enjoy being in this position. (As a matter of fact, I was all set earlier this week to enter a giveaway for an interesting sounding book presenting to be feminist in nature, but then I saw it had Soloway in the blurbs giving a recommendation for the book. Um, no thanks. Naturally, I skipped entry as a result.) Now that I've explained myself, I'll stfu. All done now, & grateful to be putting this behind me. Time to chuck this book in the recycling bin, although I'm still upset that a tree died for it. That was a wasteful injustice, for sure.
A lot of people have said to me, Hey, Jill, rather than expand what the word “trans” means, why can’t you just expand what the word “woman” means? Can’t you just be this newfangled type of woman, a short-haired, nonmakeup-wearing, sometimes really butch kind of a woman? If you could just call yourself that, then you would allow all women to expand their definitions of themselves and the word “woman.”
And the best answer I have is to say that it is probably exactly that question that makes me ultimately want to identify as trans. That question centers cis-ness. It’s as strange as assuming everyone would want to be male or white. I want to be not cis. Implicit in the question of why wouldn’t I just take the identity with more privilege is a misunderstanding; that what I prefer is the identity that feels more like home.