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.