Stag Dance

-Two hours later, a chill rose off the long shadows and we had readied ourselves for the dance. I had my eyelashes darkened. He pricked his finger with the tip of a pocket-blade, and on the newly exposed globes of my cheeks, we made circles of rouge. I-d never shared much time with any other person. Never been so open and sharing and naked in the intentions of our bodily preparations. Not brother, not sister, not good-time girls, nor fellow jacks.-

From the adventures of a lonely logger who, deep in the forest, joins his workmates to dance dressed as a woman, to the story of an obsessive boarding-school romance, to the dizzying spectacle of a gender apocalypse brought about by an unstable ex-girlfriend, Peters- keen eye for the rough edges of trans community and desire reveals fresh possibilities. Acidly funny and breath-taking in its scope, with the inventive audacity of Lauren Groff or Jennifer Egan, Stag Dance provokes, unsettles and delights.