The Boys in the Brownstone Author:Kevin Scott An InsightOut Book Club selection! Theres a lot more to gay life in the big city than Queer As Folk, Queer Eye, and Will and Grace! A "gentlemens bar" on Manhattans Upper East Side, the Brownstone is a quaint oasis of Chippendale and Sondheim in a wasteland of chrome and club kids. But the boys in the Brownstone arent a... more »ll gentlemen. And their lives are anything but quaint. This sparkling collection of witty, affectionateand disturbingtales of the city will induce smiles, chuckles, and chills as it weaves through a colorful assortment of characters linked together in the most surprising ways. Join them at the Brownstone as they gather togethersome for the first time, others for the laston the night before Christmas Eve in this smart and funny first novel thats not about lifestylesjust lives with plenty of style. A richly detailed slice of gay life in the big city from screenwriter Kevin Scott (Key Exchange), The Boys in the Brownstone is alive and kicking with the ups and downs of the real world where gay men may be hot, funny, and fashionable but are also real men with jobs, families, and fears. With humor, heart, and a little bit of courage, they deal with the issues of gay marriage, gays in the priesthood, AIDS, diversity, narcissism, consumerism, circuit parties, and everything else that comes with the territory when youre living in gay New York City, circa 2004. At the Brownstone, youll meet: a soap opera writer whos written a dozen weddings but cant get his own nuptials under control a psychotherapist on Prozac with a wicked crush on one of his patients a college professor on the tenure tightrope who falls in love with a cute young creep an art dealer who goes off his rocker when his lover is assaulted a candidate for city council who must assist in the suicide of his oldest friend a bartender from Cuba, a gay father from Brazil, a black American blue blood, a sexy Italian male nurse, and more! "Who are all these people?" you may have asked yourself, some night, as you looked around a crowded bar. The Boys in the Brownstone has the answers for one bar on Manhattans Upper East Side on the night before Christmas Eve. EXCERPT What a smile. He had little square white teeth, slitty eyes, and fuzzy hair like a koala bear. In his navy blazer and navy tie with little grey anchors on it, he looked like a big soft toy from FAO Schwartz. His apartment was miniscule and charming, full of art books (Klimt, OKeefe) and theater posters (Angels in America, Into the Woods) and the phonograph albums of guys who had died of AIDS, which he found in Chelsea thrift shops. He opened a shoebox and showed me pictures of his parents pushing a lawnmower, his brother sailing in Chesapeake Bay. "Are you in touch with your family?" "Not if I can help it." We had that in common. He had more to confess about his drinking and drugging: he had once come out of a blackout on the checkout line at Gristedes, eating a frozen pork chop. The morning after watching a PBS broadcast of The Judy Garland Christmas Special, he had awakened to learn from his answering machine that he had pledged-in another blackout-to give the station $30,000. "You must really love Judy," I said. "Not that much." "They didnt make you pay?" "How could they?" he said. "I didnt have a dime."« less