In his first novel, The Boys in the Brownstone, screenwriter and playwright Kevin Scott writes a comedy of manners about a group of gay men who don't fit in anywhere except a bar they call home. A "gentleman's bar" on the affluent Upper East Side of New York, the Brownstone is a quaint oasis of Chippendale and Sondheim in a city of gym rats and club kids. But the boys in the brownstone aren't gentlemen and they certainly aren't quaint. Scott's wild parade of characters includes a museum curator who can't resist a handsome young pianist whose previous boyfriends have all committed suicide; an assistant pastor who steals from a dying monsignor to finance his lover's landscape gardening business; an African-American blue blood who tires of the "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy his well-bred parents try to enforce; and a soon-to-be-married soap opera writer who panics when his sanctimonious father defies his congregation to perform the gay wedding at his own church. There doesn't seem to be anywhere these characters can just be themselves - except at the Brownstone.
This was a fun read about the intersection of various patrons of a gay bar called The Brownstone during a snowstorm at Christmastime. If you like this sort of premise where characters come and go throughout the book, you might want to give this a try.