"Men Who Love Men," William J. Mann's third installment of his Provincetown series, is a slight improvement over the second book ("Where the Boys Are") but not as good as his first ("The Men From the Boys").
This story is told from Henry's perspective, a guy Jeff met in the second book on the Circuit scene. Henry, now 33 (and scared to death of being "old" in this book), helps run a guest house in Provincetown with Jeff's boyfriend, Lloyd. I would say that Jeff is less annoying in this tale based on the sole fact that he's not the focus, but, really, when he appears in the book, he's about as annoying as ever. The character of Jeff just isn't that likeable throughout the series. Now he and Lloyd are finally getting married, which leaves Henry evaluating his own life, friends, lack of a steady boyfriend, etc.
The funny thing is, Jeff and Lloyd's relationship is presented as really special, as if it's something to emulate and long for. Yet, I think the author fails at showing any real reason as to why these guys finally end up together with plans of marriage. He often describes how everyone around them can see how they're meant for each other, and throws in some details like their pet names for each other ("Cat" and "Dog"), how they like to sleep in the "breathing position," etc, but, throughout the three books, rather than show us why these two guys are together, the author simply tells us that they are. I just didn't see the depth of the relationship that everyone in the story sees.
A big theme in this book concerns gay individuals and the family they create, whether it be through friends or helping out with nieces or nephews. I like the idea, but I think the author relies too much on cliches and never gets below the surface of this important topic. His placement of Jeff's sister with her kid living in P-town with the guys felt a little off and too convenient. We get to see another side to Jeff as he plays father figure, but, again, the situations given are pretty trite and cliche. By the end of the book, I felt the subplot with Jeff's 9-yr-old nephew was far too hokey to be at all believable. While it was less Lifetime-TV-Movie-of-The-Week than the ridiculous storylines of side characters Eva and Anthony in the second book, it was still pretty bad (and cringe-inducing).
As for Henry, the narrator, well, I found him less annoying than other readers. I did have a hard time believing he's supposed to be 33, however. He seems pretty dim and immature for a man of that age. I guess they exist, but I often had to remind myself that this character was supposed to be significantly older than he comes across in the story. As he deals with new love interests, once again, we're given some pretty unrealistic situations (trust me, you'll laugh out loud at what happens with Gale - something I saw coming almost as soon as he was introduced).
After finishing Mann's trilogy, I can't say I'd recommend it to others.