Gillon’s book bares JFK Jr.’s highs and lows, confirms his political aspirations and reveals relationships never before discussed publicly. Gillon (July 2019)“I took John and I put him under the microscope,” says Gillon, close personal friend, noted historian, and New York Times bestselling author of this new, over 400-page biography. Īmerica’s Reluctant Prince: The Life of John F. Some works are written by the authors, while others are “as told to.” Regardless, they all give glimpses into what it was like to have had this icon be part of one’s day-to-day, and how suddenly life became bigger and more interesting for it.įor those who are too young to remember him, and for those who, like me, remember all too well being captivated by his public image and personal story, I give you. And so, over the years I read a number of books written by those who knew him.Īlthough each has its own take, there are some common themes throughout all the accounts: What he lacked in academic achievement, he made up for in sophistication, savvy, and manners he was deferential to his mother, giving up his dream of being an actor and most of all, John was reckless, throwing himself into extreme sports with abandon. John Jr.’s senseless demise affected me as it did many New Yorkers - I missed him. I spent many years having there-he-is-again moments, but those all ended on July 16th, 1999, when the light aircraft he was flying crashed into the Atlantic Ocean off Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts.
When I relocated back to the Upper East Side, I’d catch him entering his sister’s building on Park Avenue.Įven after he moved downtown with his wife, I saw him exiting one of his haunts, Bubby’s, as I was entering. (Alas, I never saw him in his shirtless, frisbee-throwing splendor.) Because I too was a cyclist back then, I also used to pedal beside him in Central Park, along with a thousand other star struck bikers, joggers and rollerbladers. Many a morning when I walked from The Ansonia to my midtown ad agency, I would spy him in a suit coming out of Daryl Hannah’s building to join fearlessly Broadway’s downtown traffic on his bike. In the early 90s, I lived on the Upper West Side. Kennedy, Jr., but he was one of those high-profile New Yorkers who I had happily in my orbit purely by happenstance.
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