New Serious Transgender Suspense Novel IT KNOWS YOU BY NO OTHER NAME by Dan McNayavailable from AMAZON.COM
(THIS IS A REPRINT) (Los Angeles, CA, 12-5-07)— The novel, published by iUniverse, Inc., has taken the author ten years to write. It was started as an attempt to write out the demons of a childhood with a schizophrenic homicidal father. It is set in Bloomington Indiana, where the author grew up, and explores the problems of inherited tendencies for violence and transgender confusion, all from the view point of a twelve-year-old boy.
Jake’s uncle Al has returned to town. His affair with Jake’s mother years before tore the family apart. With Al’s return the passions are all rekindled and Jake tries to take advantage of the situation to rid the family of his father who may murder them all.
He saves his grandfather and mother. And he learns that there are parts of us that are inescapable.
This book has been a labor of art from day one. I don’t expect to get lucky and sell lots of copies, but it’s a good solid book and I hope it gets read.” -Dan McNay
EXCERPT:
"...What Jake did was to stand and slip the dress over his head. Standing within the swirling curtain of dust from the window, in the sunlight, his reflection in the mirror was forgiving and imperfect. He removed his pants. There was a movement of reaching, of being carried away into a pretend game, that could only be done on tiptoe, like a ballet dancer, and with his turning, the dust circled about the white fabric and lent magic with flecks of light. How would it be, moving to the music in the arms of someone stronger, your skirt swaying against your knees? Of course you’d be beautiful, with hair like soft wheat, with wide eyes and slender limbs: all that you’ve ever desired and all that you’ve learned of women from those old black and white movies on television. All the boys will be nice. The grown women would brim with concern and the old men would pat your hand protectively. And of course you would be pure and never anxious and quick to laugh. And you would be the center of attention and you would be loved.
“The rest are in the bedroom,” his grandmother said, as she opened the door.
Jake was caught in the middle of a turn.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Stacy shouted.
His father crossed the room and grabbed his arm, jerking him to a standstill. He slapped the boy with all his might.
“Get out of that! Are you crazy?!”
Jake tried to pull free. Then his grandmother was next to him, trying to squeeze between him and his father. Stacy finally let go and Jake quickly pulled the dress off.
“Calm down,” his grandmother told Stacy. “You’re scaring him."
“Damn it! He’s sick!."
Her hands were open on his father’s chest.
“You don’t get to hit me!” Jake screamed over her shoulder.
“Hush, child,” she said. “ He and Alice play dress up over here sometimes. I’m sure that’s all he thought he was doing.”
“He’s too old to be playing dress up!”
“I should have put a stop to it. I forget how big they’re getting.”
Jake pulled on his pants.
“I don’t want to ever catch you doing that again! You hear me?”
“He won’t,” his grandmother said. “Calm down. Go tell the movers to come back.”
After his father left, her hands were on his shoulders.
“Your father just misunderstood. Are you all right?”
Jake nodded.
“There’s a bag of potato chips on the kitchen table for you. Why don’t you go outside and play a while. You can help me some more later.”
He went out the back way so he wouldn’t have to look at his father again. In a moment, he was at the corner above the front of the house, watching the movers carry the piano across the front lawn. He munched the chips and rubbed his sore cheek. Didn’t they know he couldn’t help himself? He wanted to be a girl so much that it made him hurt inside. He knew he was sick! He didn’t have to be told. How could his grandmother say that he didn’t know any better? His tears welled and ran down his face. He wanted to hate her as much as he hated his father. She was the one leaving."
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