plucked from my mother’s shelf while recovering from a hysterectomy: was curious what her friends had recommended when I first came out 18ish years ago.
The author is possibly a gifted novelist, but her turn to “gonzo science journalism” (her words in acknowledgments) to provide light entertainment for an impruriently curious cis audience solidly meets a very middling marking for even mid-2000s trans terms. That’s not to say I wasn’t interested enough to finish—it’s a little hilarious how many typical modern hallmarks of early toxic transmasculinity show up for a member of the English nobility with no real connections to other trans men. Yet, while given an author’s introductory note clarifying her use of the term transsexual and “angst” over eventually deploying individuals’ proper pronouns despite “his/her body type”, I hadn’t quite expected such depth and detail hammering around failure to adhere to gendered stereotypes, fixation on appearance and “ugly” physical traits (not just of the trans patients described but also various doctors, monks, and even wounded World War vets), and troubled descriptions of the agony of existing as “half-man, half-woman”.
While hewing closely to Michael Dillon’s life, various well-known names from modern white Western trans history are sprinkled throughout: just enough to catch interest in Christine Jorgensen, Lili Elbe, and Reed Erickson, with closer attention paid to clinicians such as Harold Gillies, Harry Benjamin, John Money, and (so briefly one could easily miss it, if not for the quotes and speculation that followed about Nazi troops’ visits and struggles with pedophilia, impotence, and crossdressing) Magnus Hirschfield. Surgical details are described in more detail than many of the individuals flitting through the pages, emphasizing legal concerns over “genital mutilation”, the danger involved in pioneering new techniques, the surgeons’ reputations, and the pain associated with recovery from multi-stage procedures. This is all reported from providers’ perspectives and barely addresses the steps patients took to get to consults, or personal reports of their satisfaction and adjustment.
For a life path so closely tied to upholding and eventually denying both social class markers and actual financial resources/success, shockingly little attention is paid to the costs involved in seeking or accessing treatment for either Michael Dillon or the later masses attending clinics once discovering a new path is possible. While Parker Kennedy does (foot)note controversy around John Money’s strict binary evaluations/prescriptions of clients’ genders and advocacy for infant genital surgery in cases of clear intersex presentation, Harry Benjamin is painted as being shocked but sympathetic to those trans women he met funding their appointments through sex work while still insisting on “full time lived female experience” prior to surgeries or often hormones.
In the wake of the Cass Report and several years’ furor amongst gender-critical feminists in the UK, it’s interesting to note how much a role the Daily Mirror and other tabloid presses played in the breaking of both news and testimonies from early post-surgical trans patients. Dillon’s eventual unwillingness to dismiss himself from the line of heritage of his father and brother’s baronet title is the primary evidence linking his former and present selves, to both his brother and in-loco-parentis aunts’ dismay. While remaining sympathetic to his “clerical fudgings” in order to gain admittance to medical school as a man, and describing Dillon several times as a fundamentally honest man uncomfortable with the coverups and false wartime histories necessary to explain his injuries and advanced age, a relatively neutral description of his stodginess and lifelong distance from others betrays a greater issue. Yes, Parker Kennedy is comfortable rightfully calling him a misogynist and describing his paternalizing pontification to Roberta Cowell when she seeks out his advice on pursuing transition for herself… but each of the (comparatively few) pages devoted to Cowell are dripping with simultaneous misogyny and transmisogyny. Is it really necessary to paint her as Dillon’s only possible paramour, and to in essence fault her as a manipulative stringer-along who “sniggers” at both Dillon’s phalloplasty and identification as a man? In not just this case but later considerations of relative population sizes of “F-to-Ms and M-to-Fs”, Kennedy notes the appeal of trans women to a general male population but also the terror of being “taken in” by one unknowingly.
One last note: there was *so* much more to be said on Dillon’s typical colonial fixations on traveling abroad to Africa, “American Indians”, and his extensive history in India, Tibet, and Ladakh while refusing to learn local languages in order to communicate with the monks he worked and studied with, preferring to instead teach his chosen teachers English (those who weren’t European immigrants themselves). I’m not even touching the dynamic of calling Sangharakshita “Daddy”, or the fantasies of paternal discipline and male fraternity Kennedy alludes to among the monasteries. Even the background of conflict impacting not just “Tibetan Buddhism in its most essential form” but local foodstores and resources is primarily reflected through Dillon’s own malnutrition and hunger.