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The First Man-Made Man: The Story of Two Sex Changes, One Love Affair, and a Twentieth-Century Medical Revolution

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One of the most fascinating books I've ever read. Kennedy manages to take on a variety of subjects and plot lines than in another writer's hands could come across as, well, callow or, as Dillon feared his entire adult life, exploitive. The heartbreakingly story of Michael Dillon's continuous quest for acceptance and identity, whether it be gender driven or spiritual, is deftly portrayed by this generous and brilliant writer. Even in the most curious aspects of this story, Kennedy remains a historian, never giving judgment, but simply reporting the complicated facts of the story in a beautifully written narrative. Pagan has written several outstanding works of fiction and non-fiction (I especially love The Exes), but this is truly a masterpiece from one of the most original and exciting writers of our time. I can't wait to see what she tackles next.

Although I am involved in the trans community- both personally and professionally- and I am also a published writer, I generally am not impressed by the "trans biography" genre. Maybe because, although transitioning is a pretty big journey to an individual and in most cases requires a good bit of soul-searching and courage, you really have to do more than change your sex to make yourself a worthy subject for a good biography in my opinion.

Dillon however, is a man who deserves it (a film too, hopefully, but they'd better cast a man to play him, this habit of women playing transitioned men just doesn't do them justice). Not only was Michael the first to transition to male before the word "transexual" existed, before Christine Jorgensen came out, but he lived the life of a legend- outfitting the oxfords womens row team in mens uniforms and rowing them upstream, dodging bombs and putting out fires during the blitz, publishing the first book on the medical ethics of treating transexuality with hormones, becoming an MD and performing an illegal operation on another transexual, working on ships crossing the globe for months at sea, giving up all worldly possessions and fleeing to the cliffs of Tibet to live as the only westerner at the hellish Rizong monastery...trans or not, this guys life is as exciting as Hemingway's, and he deserves his place in the annals of modern western history. I was surprised I'd never heard of him before.

One thing I did not like was that the author sort of gave him this "pathetic" flavor, which is commonly projected onto the lives of trans people. "Poor Michael Dillon, he just wanted to be normal and he never got peace and his penis was weird and he never got laid". It's sad that even a pioneering, dauntless, incredible individual who changed reality to conform to his vision, who lived a tumultuous, georgeous, meaningful life to rival any of the 20th century, is framed through this lens. I woudl give 4.5 stars- it could not totally avoid the "depressing tranny" trap. (It's true he was never fully happy in the end, but who would be after years of being reviled and treated like the elephant man? Irregardless, transition is not a panacea for all problems in one's life). Also, there was not enough about the love affair, which seemed unrequited and slightly disappointing.

I found the info about the beginnings of plastic surgery and sexual medicine/psychology to be fascinating.

What was also fascinating to me, is the sheer magic of him- even in this day and age, when there are laws in many cities to protect trans from discrimination, when there are trans bars and shows and dating sites and guidances for treating transition- it is very difficult to convince person after person to change your identity documentation and records. In the 1920's, before Harry Benjamin, before Christine Jorgenson, before even Hirschfield- Michael Dillon was able to convince a doctor to give him testosterone, convince legal personnel to change his papers, others to change his name in the peerage books that list noble family trees and make himself heir, convince an army surgeon to perform surgery on him, convince a couple of tibetan monks to accept him as a white transsexual despite their taboos. He did this all above board, explaining himself. This succession of feats suggests that despite the way the author fleshes him as nerdy, somewhat arrogant, sort of socially pathetic- that he must have also had a level of charisma or personal power that is not accounted for.

I now find myself compelled to respond to comments made by other reviewers, in the context of Dillon's biography:

The suggestion by another reviewer that Michael would have been satisfied today living as an athletic or lesbian woman is just preposterous. (Although lesbianism is currently the height of glam, more FTM's are transitioning now than ever. It's possible that as a trans man today, he would not have gotten a phalloplasty- as today you can live a full happy life as a man with a tiny clit-dick and male ID and father children with donated sperm- but who knows, some guys still want the phallus. )
With a blooming gay/lesbian club scene in Berlin that would rival modern San Francisco, an athletic androgynous look that would make him a hot butch, and a family with nobility/wealth he could have played absentee daughter and lived out some ultra cool peter pan fantasy as an androgynous tomboy dyke with an Eton haircut. Instead he spent years of his life "hunting" doctors and chasing false leads, studying chemistry and medicine and mysticism. He spend every ounce of his energy-physical, mental, emotional, spiritual- to virtually bend time and space and other people's minds- in order to obtain what he needed to transition. This was his life's work, and in the end he was both doctor and patient, both threshway-crosser and gatekeeper. Transitioning -especially in that time and place- is *much* less acceptable/desirable, much more arduous, and required many more sacrifices than being gay would have. To say that he would not have done the same today is just obnoxious.

Another reviewer admits that someone not being able to adjust to reality and taking such drastic measures to change their sex, especially had they not heard of a precedent seems, well, crazy. Perhaps that is why it is in the diagnostic manual. Many trans people will tell you that if they were locked in a room alone for the rest of their life, they would still prioritize transition. That it is not a choice. Trans may have more in common with an eating disorder, extreme sport, or spiritual discipline than it does with being gay. Having a compulsion to change the physical sex characteristics of one's body at any cost does not "make sense", and it probably never will. But that doesn't mean it shouldn't be acceptable to transition. And it doesn't mean that otherwise reasonable people afflicted by this compulsion are totally demented or doomed.

The Mystery of Transexuality is one of our modern archetypal Mysteries (in the spiritual sense of the word). That it does not "make sense" is why Michael Dillon, as a reasonable person, spent hours scrawling in notebooks trying to figure out the link between gender and hormones while bombs were literally falling around him during air raids, it is probably what drove him to medicine as a career, and it is definitely what drove him to Tibet.

What's important to remember is that a Mystery can never truly be comprehended. It can only be reconciled.

The First Man-Made Man is a remarkable, poignant personal story that Pagan Kennedy has skillfully woven in with the medical, scientific and social history of the mid-20th century. Anybody who's ever felt hemmed in by gender roles will be able to relate to Laura Dillon's dissatisfactions with being a girl in pre-WWII England, and Kennedy's compassionate writing carries us along the rest of the bizarre trip.

The story is full of rich, novelistic details: Laura's mother dying giving birth to her; Laura living as a man in a garage putting out fires during the Blitz; Laura/Michael's surgeon figuring out how to construct a penis; Buddhist monks' attitudes toward members of "the third sex." It's impossible not to race through this fascinating book, but it lingers in the mind long after.

They say that truth is stranger that fiction and this book proves it. How in 1940s London two of the first
sex-changes could find each other and have their lives intertwined is almost beyond believe. And for those interested in the history of transsexualism this book fills in a lot of details you will not find other places, for instance, Laura/Michael Dillon was the first natal born female on whom phalloplasty was attempted. I read this book in one sitting on the plane to S.F. to have surgery with DR. O.

The First Man-Made Man is enthralling, as gripping as the most powerful novel, written with exquisite authority and mastery. Rich in fascinating biographical, sociological and medical research, it's as suspenseful as a Hitchcock thriller. I was hooked from the first page and couldn't put this gorgeous book down, reading it breathlessly. The characters leap from the page, extraordinary and courageous. Pagan Kennedy takes a subject that might, in less capable hands, be sensationalized, and instead turns it into a profoundly human and moving story about yearning and loneliness, and an intense, existential quest for identity. The restless, searching spirit of Michael Dillon, brave and reviled, is captured vividly. He emerges as a vulnerable person of tremendous grace and dignity. From the posh halls of Oxford to the back of a dingy garage, from a ship sailing across the open seas to a remote Tibetan Buddhist monastery, First Man-Made Man catapults the reader into one memorable man's wild, often hostile, world. This poetic adventure is unforgettable.

I've read any book on this topic I can get my hands on. Well written book, with enough pictures to give me a sense of who Michael was and how desperately he wanted to live a normal life as a man. I wish his autobiography was available to read. I highly recommend this book!

The true story of two sex changes is interwoven with scientific, medical and social history. You'll understand how difficult it is to change genders.

This is neither a particularly insightful look into the general subject of the transgendered, nor a riveting account of these particular individuals. Much posturing, of the "as he gazed over the deck of the ship, he felt....." variety--describing in only the broadest, most hackneyed terms the inner monologues of personalities more difficult to fathom than most. And the over-hyped "love affair" chronicled between the two transgendered principals proves to be much more smoke than fire.

All these paeans to Pagan are a mystery to me. The book's a bore.

This is the story of Laura Maude Dillon, AKA Laurence Michael Dillon, woman, auto mechanic, member of the British peerage, security guard, physician, world traveler, man, and finally religious pilgrim. There are huge gaps in the story, out of necessity since much evidence of what he did at certain times in his life are long gone, but it does tell a story of a troubled person who was relatively openly transgendered in the 1930s and died mysteriously in 1962 in India at the age of 47.

Included was a brief early history of plastic surgery and a lengthy introduction to the only "woman" he appears to have ever loved, a man in transition to a woman. There is also commentary on the British class system and gender roles of the 1940s and 1950s, so this is quite a multifaceted book for being barely 200 pages.

What's this obsession with the word "vertiginous"?

Though it's about people who underwent drastic physical changes, this is largely a book about psychology, particularly about pain and loneliness.

While I don't think of homosexuals as insane, I've always been inclined to regard surgically-altered transsexuals with a good deal more suspicion -- not condemning them but wondering if they're altogether right in the head, not because being born one sex and identifying with the other is so strange but rather because it's hard to imagine being so incapable of adjusting one's emotional and mental state to circumstances that elective surgery is the only solution. I mean, whether it's a sexual or non-sexual issue, if someone says to you, "I've decided that radically altering my body parts [for reasons unrelated to physical health] is the key to happiness," you're allowed to ask, "Is this really necessary?" (many people are disturbed, as am I for slightly different reasons, by the idea of breast implants, so surely I'm not a hopeless reactionary for thinking genital transmogrification is a rather drastic step). One hates to think of people rushing to surgery if there's some attitude adjustment that could do the trick.

Pagan Kennedy's intriguing yet straightforward book does a very good job of explaining all the sorts of social and psychological pressures that might well lead someone to make this most drastic of decisions. With her usual tolerance and compassion, Kennedy -- who has told the stories of missionaries, hippies, scientists, and others -- shows exactly what sort of corner Dillon felt backed into as a young woman who wanted to be male in early twentieth-century England -- and on a more physical level, she explains the historical origins of sex change surgery techniques, which I had never known before.

Dillon longed to play sports, wear uniforms, smoke pipes, argue politics with men, join men's clubs, dance with women, and so forth -- and came to see surgery as the only way to become comfortable in her/his own skin, the only way to officially cross over and become part of this other world. Interestingly, though this story leaves me more able than ever before to understand the mindset of a transsexual, it also leaves me wondering whether Dillon would have resorted to surgery if all this were happening today. On one hand, both surgery and social acceptance of transsexuals are easier to come by, but on the other hand, the somewhat less rigid sex roles of our own era mean that Dillon might well have been content to be butch, lesbian, athletic, and so forth without feeling the need for a complete physical transformation.

In Dillon's case, interestingly, the sex change is really only half the story (and the first half of the book), the second half being Dillon's journeys through India and involvement in mysticism, sparked by the popular writings of the guru Ivanovitch Gurdjieff. And that just complicates the question of Dillon's wisdom further, since we could (to put it crassly) say, "See? Even with the operation, Dillon was an unsettled, unsatisfied eccentric with loony ideas, so what good did the operation really do?" On the other hand, we might conclude, "Dillon was exactly the sort of explorer and personal transformation buff who makes sense as a pioneer in this strange area, and what Dillon did on the physical level resonates in an apt fashion with what Dillon did on the mental level later." A historically significant little paradox, well worth reading about.