The Third Brother
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The Third Brother
NICK MCDONELL was born in 1984 in New York City. He attends Harvard University. His first novel, the acclaimed bestseller Twelve, has been translated into twenty languages and published in twenty-two countries.
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ALSO BY THE AUTHOR
Twelve
The Third Brother
A novel
by
Nick McDonell
Copyright
First published in 2005 in the United States of America by Grove Press, an imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
This open market paperback edition published in Great Britain in 2006 by Atlantic Books, an imprint of Grove Atlantic Ltd.
Copyright © Nick McDonell 2005
The moral right of Nick McDonell to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988.
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names and characters are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
To my mother
The Third Brother
PART I
Mike was privileged and troubled at the same time. He knew that if you grow up with money you don’t think about being rich, and that the same is probably true of courage. But if you grow up with lies, you find out that some lies become true. Mike knew this, too, and so did not lie. Except to himself, about his parents.
They were husband and wife but sometimes mistaken for siblings. They could have been carved out of the same piece of alabaster. Mike inherited the long high planes of their cheekbones, and he loved them in a very conscious way. They were both troubled themselves, and their trouble accelerated Mike’s childhood. He had seen them at their worst, violent and irrational, naked in public, smooth features contorted. In his reckoning as a young man, though, they were fine, and he had decided, in the face of their madness and addictions, that he loved them. And his life was his own.