
Baker A Writer’s Diary, by Virginia Woolf The Unbearable Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera and Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan Quartet-that proved instrumental. There were four in particular- The Peregrine, by J.A.

Much of that help came from the books I read while I wrote my book.
Who are saturdays for crack open a cold one with the boys plus#
In terms of craft, I would need every move I ever learned, plus all the help I could get. At the same time, I’d trained all my life to write this book, for poetry specializes in saying the unsayable. To embody that experience felt like saying the unsayable, a daunting task of writing a nonexistent self into existence. Like the underwater portion of an iceberg, we who became late transitioners were largely invisible-even to ourselves-while the language for who we were was paltry, vulgar, or nonexistent. I’d lived fifty years before coming out and I wasn’t about to reduce that to a “before” photo.īut how would I write it? Until recently, people in the closet comprised the bulk of the trans population. This would instead be a pre-transition story. My book proposal (something else I’d never attempted) promised “a literary trans memoir.” By literary, I meant an embodiment of experience, rather than a summary or analysis, and I was determined to avoid the predictable transition story. But I’d never attempted a full-length work of prose. That never stopped me as a poet every successful poem I’ve ever written was, for a long time, a walk in the dark. When I began the memoir This Body I Wore I had no idea how I was going to write it.
