Heaven

HeavenEmerson Whitney writes, "Really, I can't explain myself without making a mess." What follows is that mess electrifying, gorgeous, defiant. At Heaven's center, Whitney seeks to understand his relationship to his mother and grandmother, those first windows into womanhood and all its consequences. Whitney retraces a roving youth in deeply observant, psychedelic prose all the while folding in the work of thinkers like Judith Butler, Donna Haraway, and C.

Emerson Whitney writes, "Really, I can't explain myself without making a mess." What follows is that mess-electrifying, gorgeous, defiant. At Heaven's center, Whitney seeks to understand his relationship to his mother and grandmother, those first windows into womanhood and all its consequences. Whitney retraces a roving youth in deeply observant, psychedelic prose-all the while folding in the work of thinkers like Judith Butler, Donna Haraway, and C. Riley Snorton-to engage transness and the breathing, morphing nature of selfhood. An expansive examination of what makes us up, Heaven wonders what role our childhood plays in who we are. Can we escape the discussion of causality? Is the story of our body just ours? With extraordinary emotional force, Whitney sways between theory and memory in order to explore these brazen questions and write this unforgettable book.