By Torrey Peters
Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.
Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?
This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel.
“Dynamic and vibrant, Detransition, Baby is a fiercely confident novel.”—O: The Oprah Magazine
“A huge, funny, heartbreaking romp of a book.”—Observer
“A world so lovable and complex, it’s hard to let go.”—Publishers Weekly
“Ambitious, funny, and alive . . . Peters centers trans women’s voices, and explores, with wit and compassion, the complexities and truths of their lives.”—The Rumpus
“[An] electrifying debut . . . In this compassionate, gut-punching story, Peters leans all the way into the tragicomedy of how families and identities are formed, making for a deeply searching novel that resists easy answers.”—Esquire
“Irresistible . . . Witty, elegant and rigorously plotted.”—The Guardian