E. Lynn Harris' books always seem to be about the same thing: really well-off, confident African Americans who live and love. This book is about the lives of four highly-educated, wealthy African Americans, and their problems, all of which are resolved by the end of the book. His treatment of gayness is really simplistic as well. Leland, the gay one, is a stable, supportive, intelligent psychiatrist, who was in a long relationship with a man who died of AIDS. Heartbroken, he has never looked for love and so, is lonely and completely devoted to his hag Yolanda. The other gay characters play out the same - committed, stable and drama-less or funny side characters, like Uncle Doc. Then there are the DL characters, Basil and Monty. They are womanizers who fool around with men when the time is right. The two have trailblazing lives, one a football god, the other a pop singer in a group, and Basil forswears the love of men when he meets Yolanda. He eventually succumbs to Monty's charms, and ends up, by the end of the book, seemingly trying to get together with a guy from his past who meant the world to him. He was also molested as a child. Of course. I think all this would work better as a soap opera on television. As a book with hundreds of pages, it hardly seems worth the effort. R.I.P. Mr. Harris. (In fairness, I have already read three of his novels. I just wished they were gayer.)