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Davey Davis is a writer and author living in Brooklyn, N.Y. Davis is the author of X and the earthquake room. They write a weekly newsletter about art, culture, sexuality, and people named David. Their third novel, Casanova 20: Or, Hot World (Catapult, December 2, 2025), is about art, desire, and mortality, following a young man isolated by his extraordinary beauty and his strange friendship with an older painter.
Handsell readers your book in 25 words or less:
I set out to write about transness without trans characters. I ended up with twink death and gay guy angst, but heterosexual. Go figure.
On your nightstand now:
In a Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes, because I adored the film and can never get enough of my moody California noirs. Unsex Me Here by Aurora Mattia, who has finally turned her ravishing technique loose on the prose collection. Gender Without Identity by Ann Pellegrini and Avgi Saketopoulou, because it was partially through the latter's work on trauma and desire that I became something of a psychoanalysis groupie.
Favorite book when you were a child:
Besides Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis were the first books to take me captive. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Horse and His Boy are pure adventure, but The Last Battle was my favorite. Its rendering of Christian salvation felt more real and beautiful to me than anything the Bible had to say on the subject.
Your top five authors:
Vladimir Nabokov and Cormac McCarthy are a tie, for obvious reasons. Gayl Jones completely reinvents the novel form with every book she writes. John Berger was a tremendous multidisciplinary artist that I look up to politically as well as in terms of craft. More recent but no less indispensable obsessions are the recently departed Gary Indiana--a "faggot forefather," as Brandon Sanchez wrote on his passing--and Jean Giono, France's transcendent answer to William Faulkner.
Book you've faked reading:
I've recently become fascinated by the history of quantum physics, but even pop-sci books on the subject are too difficult for me to really wrap my head around. I think I got halfway through Adam Becker's What Is Real?: The Unfinished Quest for the Meaning of Quantum Physics and halfway through Quantum Man: Richard Feynman's Life in Science by Lawrence M. Krauss--so with some faker arithmetic, that adds up to one whole book, right? Don't ask me to explain anything because I can't.
Book you're an evangelist for:
Gretchen Felker-Martin's Cuckoo, a horror novel set in an American conversion camp for queer kids. It's not for the faint of heart--it made me cry several times, plus it's fucking scary--but I think everyone should read it.
Book you've bought for the cover:
I don't really think I operate that way, but Huw Lemmey's RED TORY: My Corbyn Chemsex Hell has this bizarrely lovely design, complete with a decorative dust jacket that's mocked up to look like a tabloid that perfectly teases the heart-racing, nightmarish chaos lurking inside.
Book you hid from your parents:
I can't praise my parents for much except their refusal to censor what I read. They really didn't give a shit as long as I was reading, although I did get in trouble for parroting rude lines from John Kennedy Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces.
Book that changed your life:
Lolita by Nabokov. I'm not special!
Favorite line from a book:
Who can choose? But I do find myself returning to Berger's A Painter of Our Time--which for me is a sort of user manual for my instrument--sometimes for this line alone: "I am a painter and not a writer or a politician or a lover because I recognize a climax in the way two hanging cherries touch one another or in the structural difference between a horse's leg and a man's leg. Who can understand that?"
Five books you'll never part with:
I'm lucky to have in my possession a copy of Red Jordan Arobateau's first published novel, Lucy & Mickey, a butch trip through life before Stonewall. I also have a copy of Bob Flanagan: Supermasochist from the ReSearch People Series, which I found at Autoerotica in San Francisco last year. Patrick Califia's Public Sex: The Culture of Radical Sex, Leslie Feinberg's Trans Liberation: beyond pink or blue, John Rechy's The Sexual Outlaw. As a transsexual from California, the work of these essential (and undersung) artists and writers is deeply personal for me. Public sex is foundational to my culture and my history, things that as a young gay person I was told I couldn't possibly have. But I did, in no small part because of the courage and conviction of these very writers.
Book you most want to read again for the first time:
Most of my Hollywood biographies and profiles--Roy Newquist's Conversations with Joan Crawford, Peter Biskind's My Lunches with Orson: Conversations between Henry Jaglom and Orson Welles, Margaret Barton-Fumo's Paul Verhoeven: Interviews--fall into this category. I love dishy movie star trivia but, like a goldfish, I can't retain most of it, so every time I crack open one of these books, it really does feel like the first time.