At 17, Nick McDonell wrote his first novel, Twelve, the story of "White Mike," a rich kid living on New York's Upper East Side and in search of a good time. Twelve went on to become a bestseller. At 21, McDonell's second novel, The Third Brother, about a young man in search of an MIA journalist in Thailand, is about to be released. New York profiles "The Charmed Life of Nick McDonell."
The Third Brother will be out in September and will almost certainly be a literary-world event. Just as certainly, McDonells ongoing rise, and enormous advantages, will provoke jealousy that curdles into scorn. Page Six recently ran an item about him under the headline RICH' KID WRITER FACES WRATH, in which McDonells fellow underage novelist Marty Beckerman called his writing self-serving swill from a rich kid with connections. And McDonell has been encountering some attitude as he looks for a summer internship at a city newspaper: Would-be employers have been suspicious of the golden-boy novelist who wants to work at a crime desk.
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June 2005
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