In this hilarious romp through gay New York, author Matthew Rettenmund once again delivers with acerbic wit, dead-on dialogue, and perfect pop culture references. This time, a lonely magazine editor has fallen for a TV star hunk, who, unfortunately, must remain firmly in the closet or risk his career. Which will win out, true love or shallow fame? Rettenmund answers the question with verve and attitude, in this wonderful second novel of love and loss in modern Manhattan.
On a train-ride, I enjoy happy gay fluff. Sometimes, the fluff totally surprises me, such as Timothy James Beck's 'He's the One,' and sometimes, it's just enjoyable fluff, like 'Blind Items.' Basically, the plot is thus: employed writer/editor (of a porn magazine) who is best friends with a gossip columnist, scores the columnist's tickets to a PR evening where the hunky star of a Baywatch-esque drama will be honoured. At the party, they connect a little, and the writer/editor is shocked when the hunky actor starts to call on him.
Can their romance handle the stresses of the hunky actor waiting until his movie becomes big to come out? Can the not-so-buff hero of our story keep the attention of physically perfect hunky actor? Can the gossip columnist ruin it all by leaking the story? Well, gee. I already said it was happy gay fluff, so you can guess at the results.
What is interesting about this story is a concurrent recollection story. Who this character is, what is motivating them, and which person they turn out to be in our tale is interesting in and of itself, as is Rettenmund's obvious grasp of Hollywood's past. That scored points for me - it's unusual to find something that complex in a fluff story, so it was appreciated. Still, the main tale of "boy meets boy... complications... resolution" made me smile.