a much-needed book about later-in-life transition, at once enjoyable to read and well-written on the sentence level ... Radclyffe writes movingly about parenting and the emotional risks of every step he takes toward affirming his maleness ... But given that this narrative begins in 2011 and not 1950, Radclyffe’s professed unawareness about queer existence can strain credulity ... The book is riddled with jarring anachronisms...Still, as a testament to midlife transition — especially in a time when so much of the cultural conversation around gender rights focuses on young people — Radclyffe’s memoir offers a valuable alternate narrative to the loss and pain that queer history has too often insisted on.
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