An epic queer love story. . .[A] disruptive project of devotion. A singular, daring, and thrilling novel: political, sexy, and cunning as a fox.
Resonant of George Saunders, of Nikolai Gogol, and of nothing that’s ever been written before, professor of literature and queer/trans theory Rosenberg’s debut is a triumph.
A dazzling tale of queer romance and resistance against the hegemonic forces of 18th-century London. . . . Delightfully subversive. . . . Historical fiction can be a homogenous genre. This feels like a revelation: a book that allows queer and trans characters—and readers—to experience something new.
Debut novelist Jordy Rosenberg hits the ground with confidence and verve with. . . a gripping, if unorthodox, crime saga with a wry meta-literary look at the ways storytelling can be subverted and repurposed. . .[A]n important new voice.
This book will make you want to run out into the street, set a jail on fire, and make out with someone beautiful in the smoldering ruins of carceral capitalism, and that’s about all you really need to know.
I can think of no publication that I look forward to with more enthusiasm than Jordy Rosenberg’s debut novel. Confessions of the Fox represents an extraordinary and brilliant work – fiction, meta-fiction, genre, and gender in unique combine. At once a queer love story, a history of horrors and a thrilling page-turner, Confessions of the Fox is a vitally important and unique work of our time.
Confessions of the Fox left me breathless—I didn’t know one book could do so many things. It’s an intellectual thrill-ride whose relentless wit made me shout with delight, a queer historical romance that speaks directly to our contemporary moment, and it is the sexiest book I’ve read in a long, long time. It is everything I want in a novel and maybe out of life itself. A magnificent debut.
With adventure, wit, and a ferocious heart, Confessions of the Fox is an astonishing, bawdy, dazzling triumph of a book.
A magician’s trick of a novel but on a grand scale—a rogue pulls his cap at you on the street, and out falls a doxie, but through time, and then the rake falls too, as do you. Rosenberg makes a triumphant debut here— adventure and erudition meet with a loose-limbed poetry in every sentence, and the result is an story unlike any other.
Hot damn! Jordy Rosenberg is one of the finest new talents I’ve seen in many years and Confessions of the Fox is a startlingly good debut novel. The book is rich with fact and well invented fiction, bubbling with ideas that surprise and satisfy. Best of all its an incredibly smart book that’s also one hell of a good read. What are you waiting for? Read it!
Confessions of the Fox is a riotous and transporting novel. It’s rich in the sound of another time, while thrillingly germane to our own. Jordy Rosenberg is a total original — part scamp, part genius — who has written a rollicking and rich page-turner of a first novel. Hang on for the ride.
[W]hat I love best about Confessions of the Fox is its mammoth feeling. It takes a big cauldron of hope to make a book like this, and we need cauldrons of hope right now and always.
Jordy Rosenberg’s Confessions of the Fox is a genre-bending, high-octane thrill from beginning to end. Merging speculative and historical fiction at the site of the body, this mystery ride takes us through a myriad of strata in eighteenth-century style—cultural strata, strata of sexuality, and the always half-delightful, half-monstrous city strata of London: law, liberty, resistance, bodies, sex, commerce, and the plague. I couldn’t put it down.
Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg is quite simply extraordinary. Imagine if Maggie Nelson, Daphne du Maurier and Daniel Defoe collaborated? That.
There’s an undermodernity we share, whose ends we constantly reshape and refuse, which Jordy Rosenberg beautifully and violently illuminates. Beauty and violence go together; and what it is to live and practice that entanglement, under the duress of the cops in our streets and in our heads, is what Confessions of the Fox shows with lively, sexy brilliance.
I devoured this book because of its Dickensian devotion to gnarly historical steam punk realism, cause it’s speculative trans—a new category though who needs one—cause Jordy can write and it’s very dirty – because of the time and the world and the place (London) where it largely takes place and because of what humans need and love to do to and with each other. This novel is fantastically engaged with the dark, the smelly, the wild and the cool. And it’s such an obsessive read, sad it was over, I couldn’t stop wanting to go there.
How rare to read a sexy, addictive page-turner full of utterly compelling characters that lets us understand histories of capitalism, colonialism, and criminalization in new ways and inspires elated feelings of faith in resistance! I enjoyed this book so much. I could not put it down. It swept me up in a romance that is not just the romance between characters but the romance of collective resistance to regimes of harm and violence, practiced lovingly between people surviving worsening conditions. It provides an intimate, gripping journey into the survival of people made marginal by formalizing regimes of capitalism and criminalization in London in the 1700’s, not the histories we are exposed to in museum paintings and accounts of royalty, but the transactions of thieves, sex workers, prisoners, pirates and others who fought regimes of control and exploitation to eek out lives. This book boosts the spirit of resistance, the appreciation of connection and commraderie, the balms of perversion and friendship, in the face of bleak political and social conditions. It is just what we need right now. This book looks unflinchingly at the brutality of systems of capitalist and colonial control while also attuning us to the beauty of people’s daily connection and survival through friendship, sex, theft, and rule-breaking. I never wanted it to end because I want to be with the characters forever.