The Secret Misery of a Gen-X Heartthrob

Andrew McCarthy and Mare Winningham (Courtesy Grand Central Publishing)
Andrew McCarthy’s new memoir, Brat, recounts his long struggle to make peace with his brief, accidental stardom.

NRPLUS MEMBER ARTICLE W hen I was 19, I wanted to be Andrew McCarthy — the St. Elmo’s Fire McCarthy, not the rich-jerk McCarthy from Pretty in Pink. I wanted to be tall and literary and cynical-yet-sensitive and wear cool sports jackets with baggy pants.

It turns out that Kevin, the character McCarthy played in St. Elmo’s Fire, was “very much like me,” he writes in his long-awaited (by me, anyway) memoir Brat: An ’80s Story. The overlap was so striking that McCarthy found it unnerving to play the young scribe. But while in the movie, Kevin yearns for Ally Sheedy’s Leslie, in real life

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