The subject-matter (both story and sub-text) of Suits Me is unfailingly fascinating; Diane Wood Middlebrook's treatment of it frequently so. Much to her credit is the amount of personal research she undertook: she writes with the authority of scores of interviews with those involved in the life (lives?) of Billy (Dorothy) Tipton. Generally she can summon up a brisk narrative drive as well, though some periods, notably nearly two decades of domesticity in Spokane, disappear far too rapidly: too recent and embarrassing, perhaps, for the participants to tell all.
Explaining, however, is more of a problem. Ms. Middlebrook takes us with a nice precision through the stages of impersonation for work and cross-dressing for life, but she is less clear on the stages of Billy's career. Why did the ambitions to be a top jazz pianist disappear? She hazards a guess, but I would have been happier if her insights on jazz had been more convincing - this despite the help of Norma Teagarden. But the big question is: how did s/he get away with it? Inevitably Ms. Middlebrook is forced into speculation (perhaps more people knew than are letting on) and her confrontation of various obvious physical questions is frank enough. Some (by no means all) of the sociological/psychological speculation can be unhelpful, however, and it is also unfortunate that she can be reduced to writing, 'Perhaps what happened went something like this.'
However, this is at least honest - and, instead of carping, I should welcome a thorough and well-researched account of a remarkable life whilst hoping that somebody else (one of Billy's errant adopted sons, perhaps) can come up with a different angle and set of insights.