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Nick McDonell's electrifying novel tells the story of a fictional drug called Twelve and its devastating effects on the beautiful rich and desperate poor of New York City.From page one, this novel pulsates towards its apocalyptic climax. Twelve is cool, cruel and utterly compulsive.
Twelve has been adapted for film by Hollywood director Joel Schumacher starring Chace Crawford,
Emma Roberts, and 50 Cent.
Praise for Twelve
'As fast as speed, as relentless as acid' -- Michiko Kakutani, New York Times
'The hype is all true' --Sunday Telegraph
'Bret Easton Ellis territory...an extraordinary assured debut' --Harper & Queen
'McDonell is an authentic talent and, long after the storms of hype have died away, his novel will endure as a snapshot of his generation' --Observer
'Consistently brilliant... One of the most exciting new writers around' --Independent on Sunday
'A brilliant satirical debut' --Time Out
'A compulsive elegy to wasted, privileged youth, lives up to the hype... lean, elegant and bleakly witty' --Elle
"White Mike" dresses in an overcoat and lives with his dad on Manhattan's Upper East Side (his mom died of breast cancer not too long ago). The 17-year-old doesn't smoke, doesn't drink and doesn't do drugs. He dropped out of high school and now sells drugs pot and an Ecstasy-like upper called "twelve" to the city's moneyed teens. In this shocker of a first novel, McDonell who was 17 when he wrote it carries readers through White Mike's frantically spinning world, one alternately peopled with obscenely wealthy teenagers who live in gated townhouses with parents rarely in town and FUBU-clad basketball players in Harlem. In terse, controlled prose, McDonell describes five days in White Mike's life during Christmas break. He introduces a host of characters, ranging from Sara Ludlow ("the hottest girl at her school by, like, a lot") to Lionel ("a creepy dude" with "brown and yellow bloodshot eyes" who also sells drugs), writing mainly in the present tense, but sometimes flashing back in italics. His prose darts from one scene and character to the next, much like a cab zipping down city streets, halting quickly at a red light and then accelerating madly as soon as the light turns green. And although it brims with New York references e.g., the MetLife Building and Lenox Hill Hospital this is really a story about excess and its effects. The final scene, at a raging New Year's Eve party, will leave readers stunned, as well as curious as to what might come next from this precocious writer.