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Winner of the Paraná Literary Prize for Best Novel
A startling and inspirational work of transgender fiction by a leading figure in Brazil's "New Urban" fiction movement.
Armando is one of the most renowned therapists in São Paulo. One of his patients, a 17-year-old boy by the name of Sergio, abruptly interrupts his course of therapy after a trip to New York. Sergio's cursory explanation to Armando is that he has finally found his own path to happiness and must pursue it.
For years, without any further news of Sergio, Armando wonders what happened to his patient. He subsequently learns that Sergio is living a happy life in New York and that he is now a woman, Sandra. Not long after this startling discovery, however, Armando is shocked to read about Sandra's unexpected death. In an attempt to discover the truth about Sergio and Sandra's life, Armando starts investigating on his own.
Sergio Y. is a unique and moving story about gender, identity, and the search for happiness.
born in São Paulo, Brazil, on January 10, 1988, was pushed from a fourth-floor window by a neighbor. She fell, broke her neck and bled to death in the backyard of the house she shared with her assassin at 12 Grove Street. Shortly before her death, Sandra had been drinking, and there was evidence that she had been smoking marijuana too. She had been pushed out the window by the downstairs neighbor. The townhouse they had shared had been advertised in the market as “magnificent.” Sandra’s
I still do not understand exactly what happened to me. I became apathetic. I could not concentrate. I stopped eating. I lost almost six kilos in one month. As bedtime approached, I felt an unease, a discomfort that I only managed to free myself from with a warm bath and some antianxiety medication. Sometimes I would sleep well at night and wake up in a relaxed mood. Other times, however, I would spend all night awake, unable to sleep until daybreak. I felt obliged to review all my notes and to
last year in São Paulo. The boyfriend has also managed to land a job. Soon, she’ll be married, and my mission as a single father will have been fulfilled . . . ”). I woke up at 6 A.M. Partly because I was still on Brazil time but mainly because of my anxiety over Mariana’s graduation and my approaching meeting with Dr. Coutts. I wore a blazer, a dress shirt, a necktie and new shoes. Before leaving, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked elegant. Once again, it was sunny but not too hot. By
there and chose the Grove Street apartment themselves. They took advantage of what might merely have been a whim on their son’s part to buy a pied-à-terre in the city. But the apartment was much more in keeping with the son’s tastes than the parents’, I think. Salomão’s lawyer handled all of the paperwork directly with the real estate agent after they had decided to make an offer on the townhouse’s two upper floors. This was all told to me by Tereza in a recent conversation. For Sergio, the
in between egotism and altruism. I wanted to know more so as to become a better doctor and, thus, be able to better help others. That was my original intent. “You know that I enjoy a good reputation. This has always been a source of pride for me. Sergio’s therapy was inconclusive as far as I am concerned. I would not include it among my success stories as a psychiatrist. Quite the opposite. I only managed to make peace with the results of my work with Sergio when I heard from his mother that he