The Crime Writer

The Crime Writer

by Gregg Hurwitz
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The Crime Writer by Gregg Hurwitz

Drew Danner , an L.A.-based crime novelist, awakens in a hospital bed with a scar on his head, blood under his nails, and a cop by his side. Accused of murdering his ex-fiancée, Drew has no memory of the crime but reconstructs the story the only way he knows how—as a novel. As he searches the dark corridors of his life and the city he loves, another young woman is similarly murdered and Drew must confront the very real possibility of his own guilt. A thrilling piece of contemporary L.A. noir, The Crime Writer is sure to boost Hurwitz’s profile as one of the coming masters of the genre.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101202241
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/19/2007
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 207,989
File size: 540 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Gregg Hurwitz is the New York Times bestselling author of 16 thrillers. His novels have been shortlisted for numerous literary awards, graced top ten lists, and have been translated into 27 languages. He is also a New York Times bestselling comic book writer, having penned stories for Marvel (Wolverine, Punisher) and DC (Batman, Penguin). Additionally, he's written screenplays for or sold spec scripts to many of the major studios, and written, developed, and produced television for various networks. Hurwitz resides in Los Angeles.

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The night was dark and January-sharp. People forget how cool LA can be in the winter—Pacific breeze, Santa Ana winds, angry spates of rain with half-assed lightning, like a constipated monsoon trying to find relief.

A view heals all woes. A view makes you feel as if you own something bigger than yourself, as if you own a place on the planet.

I watched the Valley twinkle in the heat below, like the ocean only prettier because it was a sea of lights, because it was movement and life, because it let me be separate but connected to a thousand people in a thousand houses with a thousand stories, many sadder than my own. The mainline of Sepulveda charging north into worsening demographics. Van Nuys, beautiful only from a distance, where Mexicans play soccer workday mornings, crossing themselves before kickoff as if God cares about the outcome of a hung-over pickup game. The 405, a curved waterfall of white headlights. Ventura moving east past the by-the-hour motels with glam studio names where johns bring broken street kids or vice versa. And around the Cahuenga pass where the city waits, an insatiable and inscrutable mistress, spread on a bed of neon with a Sphinx smile, her just-pounced paws set down on punctured dreams.

I closed my eyes, cruising through Hollywood of the hipsters and wanna-bes, the culture consumers with brand names Roman-lettered across ass velour. Drifted behind the honk-oblivious Cutlass with Arkansas plates doing five miles per hour down the Boulevard as heads inside craned on substantial Southern necks, past black kids rat-a-tat-tatting on overturned white buckets, past peeling German noses, the sticky smell of suntan lotion, intoxicating smog, silver hoops piercing bronze belly buttons, Gap billboards of pop sensations in floppy hats, and up the alleys into real Hollywood, where hookers kneel over pools of vomit and junkies stumble from doorways, scratching their shoulders, mumbling their nighttime song, gotta get well, gotta get well.

Through the run of comedy clubs, where husbands from Wichita laugh at Jesus jokes despite sideways glances from prim-mouthed housewives, where amateurs sweat through sets and maybe, just maybe, after the heard-it-all waitresses clear the second empty glass of the two-drink minimum, that big-name sitcom actor will pop in to work out some new material. Then west to Boys Town where gay couples come in shapes and sizes to defy the limited straight imagination, where soft-porn billboards overlook studded leather window treatments, glowing tarot cards, and tattoo parlors, where lovers sip coffee within scream-shot of porn palaces with purple polystyrene, and parking signs totem-pole atop one another, impervious to comprehension. Past the Urth Café, where washed-up divorcees munch organic lettuce, faces caved from pills and swollen with collagen, a war of fleshy attrition. Down the slick snake of Sunset with its old mansions, its bright and brazen Hustler store, its Carnation lights at the holidays. Through Beverly Hills' runs of palms oft-filmed but never captured, leisure suits riding Segways to Valentino, celebutantes strolling with purse dogs, agents with their invisible cell-phone earpieces mumbling solo outside restaurants and at stoplights, the nattering dispossessed.

Come Westwood, come Brentwood, where three-one-oh moms push symmetrical children in designer strollers through farmer's markets and wax dreamily about Bali hotels. Onward to the Palisades, Santa Monica Canyon, and Malibu, up the sparkling coastline reeking of exhaust and covered with seagull guano, then through the runs of canyons, deep russet pleats like streaks of ore or a woman's folds, the air startlingly crisp and tinged with salt.

My cheeks were wet with the breeze and the swell of my heart for the lights below. Los Angeles. A mirage of a town that sprang up like a cold sweat on the backs of gold diggers and railroad workers, and took form when pirate film distributors, fleeing Edison's patents, took a train and a gamble backed by East Coast muscle.

Los Angeles, land of endless promise. And endless failure. Los Angeles of the petty cruelties. Los Angeles of the instant hierarchy, the spray-on tan, the copped feel. L.A. of the bandaged, post-operative nose, the chai menu, the slander lawsuit. Of the hyphenated job title. The two-SUV garage. L.A. with its wide-open minds and well-formed opinions. L.A. of the high-octane sunset, the warm night air that leaves you drunk. L.A. of the prolonged adolescence, the slow-motion seduction, the ageless, replaceable blonde. L.A. where a porn star runs for governor and an action figure wins. L.A. where anything can happen at any time to some poor schmuck or lucky bastard. Where anything can happen to you.

Where anything had happened to me.

What People are Saying About This

Robert Crais

"THE CRIME WRITER is the must read crime novel of the year. Brilliantly rendered with hip intelligence and fierce originality, this book is a stunner. Gregg Hurwitz may well have created a brand-name franchise-and deservedly so."

Brad Meltzer

"It'd be so simple to say that THE CRIME WRITER toys and pokes and jabs with the genre. And of course it does. But by merging author and hero, Hurwitz sharpens a brand-new edge in his voice. An elegant, engaging, and wonderfully human book."

Dennis Lehane

"With THE CRIME WRITER, Gregg Hurwitz has taken a quantum leap forward in the realm of American suspense literature. A thrilling, mind- bending journey, it is also deeply humane and beautifully written. You'll turn the final page with profound regret."

Lee Child

"Outstanding in every way. Hurwitz's previous books - great as they were - look like practice swings before this titanic blast."

Reading Group Guide

Drew Danner has won minor acclaim in his Los Angeles habitat for his popular crime novels, but nothing could have prepared him for the major and unwelcome upgrade his celebrity rating gets when he is arrested and put on trial for the vicious murder of his beautiful ex-fiancée. Found slumped over Genevieve’s lifeless body clutching a bloody boning knife, Drew had suffered a grand mal seizure brought on by an untreated brain tumor—the emergency removal of which also excised any memory he might have had of the crime. After a highly publicized trial a jury sets him free on a verdict of compromised sanity. Unsatisfied with the evidence presented, Drew begins his own investigation into what happened that night. But when another woman is killed in the same manner he’s faced with two terrifying prospects: either he’s being framed or he’s harboring a killer in his unconscious.

Drew’s relationship with Genevieve had been stormy but ended amicably—or so he thought. So how can he explain the deliberately hurtful message she left on his voice mail the night she died? Resigning himself to certain irrefutable facts, Drew records his search for the truth in the form of a novel in which he is the protagonist. Both the real and fictional Drew comb through the evidence turned up by the police, the defense lawyers, and even Katherine Harriman, the prosecutor who took the case because its high-profile nature promised to boost her own career. During the course of the trial she turns words from one of his own novels against him, quoting, “I believe, in my darkest heart of hearts, that when fate and passion align, every last one of us, from the pulpit crier to the bus-stop blue-hair is capable of murder.” As he chases shadows—most of which lead back to himself—the words mock him with the increasing likelihood of his own guilt.

An exemplary piece of contemporary Los Angeles noir, Gregg Hurwitz’s The Crime Writer and its twin narratives provide a thrilling ride through the bowels of the world’s glamour capital and a behind-the-scenes look at a crime writer’s craft that challenges our understanding of the nature of guilt.


Gregg Hurwitz is the critically acclaimed bestselling author of eight novels of crime fiction, which have been translated into twelve languages. He lives in Los Angeles with his family. For more information, go to

Q. What inspired you to make your protagonist a crime writer? How was writing Drew’s version of the events different from writing the rest of the novel?

A. Well, I suppose I looked at my life one day and saw all the strange, wonderful consultants I’ve befriended—from pathologists to spies to Navy SEALs—over the course of my career, and my assortment of bizarre interests, and thought, “What would happen if I found myself in the middle of a thriller?” I have a unique perspective on trouble, certainly—one that would be very helpful at times and incredibly off the mark at other times. I’d know who to call, I think, and I have a little knowledge about everything from crime scenes to interrogation techniques. But as we know, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

I’d say Drew’s version of events is a touch moister. His writing is more genre-like than mine. We’re both hard boiled, but I suppose he’s a bit more convention bound than I’d like to think I am.

Q. How much of Drew is based on you?

A. More than any other character I’ve written. Which is to say, very much and not a lot at the same time.

Q. Los Angeles is so present in The Crime Writer it’s as if the city itself were a character. Was this a conscious decision?

A. Absolutely. I love the crime fiction of this city. This book is a love song to that tradition, and my own unique (I hope) and contemporary take on it. Los Angeles is stunning and infuriating, stimulating and deadening. Where better to put a protagonist who feels alienated from himself?

Q. Do you consult cops, criminalists, and other experts while writing a novel? What’s one of the most startling things you’ve learned in your research? What is one of the most unusual things you’ve undertaken in the name of authenticity?

A. Yes—extensively and frequently. But oddly, much less for this book than for my previous thrillers. I think that’s probably because I’d done all the research for The Crime Writer by living my life. The most startling thing, huh? There’s a variety. When you cut someone’s throat from behind on a covert mission, you have to tip his head down so his lungs don’t suck and give away your position. Cadavers awaiting dissection are hung from their ears rather than laid flat, so their musculature doesn’t distort. Those little grabby bags women take to the opera are called clutch purses.

As for the most unusual undertaking—I’d have to say going up in a stunt plane or going undercover into a mind-control cult.

Q. Your father-in-law is Robert Blake, the actor acquitted of the murder of his wife. In what ways did this influence The Crime Writer?

A. The collision of my personal life and professional life during that time was unsettling and disorienting. I’d be on the phone with prosecutors one day about a particular chapter, then accompanying my wife to testify the next. I’d already conceived ofThe Crime Writer before Robert was arrested, but the overlap—watching a case being built and defended and seeing where my brain could lend the occasional out-of-left-field idea—really brought some of the notions home. While aspects were familiar, it was like nothing I’d ever encountered. As Drew says, “I’d thought I knew this world. But I’d known only the outside of it. Once I got in the belly of the beast, once the digestive juices went to work on me, I discovered I knew nothing at all. I’d been merely a tourist on the dark side, watching through binoculars as the creatures stalked and feasted.”

Q. It’s unusual for a hard-boiled detective to abstain from alcohol. What made you decide to put Drew in AA?

A. I’m afraid I don’t have a clear answer for that. Some aspects of personality sort of arrive with the character. And Drew is egocentric, certainly (he is a writer), but he’s hit bottom before, and he’s learned to rebuild himself already. So there’s a strength there, and a humility too. I’ve never really puzzled it out before right now, but that’s probably what that’s about.

Q. Who are some of your favorite detectives from literature and film and what do you like about them?

A. Bud White from Ellroy’s L.A. Confidential. I love his fierce, pissed-off vulnerability.

Lionel Essrog, the PI with Tourette syndrome in Jonathan Lethem’s Motherless Brooklyn, has to be one of the most unique, fully formed characters to pass through the genre in decades. He’s an unpredictable mess—you can’t look away.

And though he’s from comics and not a detective, I have to include the Punisher, particularly how Garth Ennis reconceived him. There’s something in train-off-the-tracks revenge narrative that gets me all worked up, and this one hits my sweet spot.

Q. Drew says that he writes potboilers and people read them as a totem against humanity’s collective fear of death. Do you share that opinion?

A. Yes. Against death, and the whole human joke. We like things to fit. We like to close a book with hard answers, a notion of design or meaning. And I think good crime fiction gives you that. Really good crime fiction also gives you a peek through the torn fabric. It gives some answers, but also points to the unanswerable.

Q. You’ve written for television, film, and even comic books. How do those processes compare to novels?

A. They all offer different slants on narrative and require different muscles. Of course, the others are visual mediums, so they have to be tight and lean. You can’t get away with exposition, superfluous scenes, flabby structure. Of course, you shouldn’t try to in novels either, but it’s easier to get off course there, so working in these other fields helps me return to novels with renewed focus on what really drives a story. Comics are fascinating and challenging because you have to tell a whole story in snapshots. Plus, they soothe the inner geekboy.

Q. How would you compare The Crime Writer to your earlier work?

A. It’s drastically different. I’d never written in first person before, I think because I’d never felt that close to a character and the material. In most regards, The Crime Writer feels like a second first novel for me.


  • Do you think it’s possible for someone to commit murder and not remember it?
  • Drew admitted that he knew about the tumor months before the night Genevieve died and was warned he could have a seizure while driving his car, thus endangering innocent lives. How much is Drew responsible for what happened subsequently?
  • Discuss the role that Drew’s celebrity played in his trial and what happened afterward. In what ways did it help or hinder him?
  • Drew is helped by his connections in law enforcement—Cal Unger, Lloyd Wagner. Do you believe it’s ethical for the police to consult on fictional crimes that may inspire actual criminals?
  • Sitting at home on his deck, Drew takes an imaginary tour of the city he both loves and hates. In what ways could this story happen only in LA?
  • Katherine Harriman, the prosecuting attorney in Drew’s case, tells him, “You can never arrive at the truth. . . . The facts are only the raw material, not the finished product.” Do you agree or disagree? Why?
  • Katherine Harriman, the prosecuting attorney in Drew’s case, tells him, “You can never arrive at the truth. . . . The facts are only the raw material, not the finished product.” Do you agree or disagree? Why?
  • After Kasey Broach’s death, Detectives Kaden and Delvechio tell Drew that they’re not even looking for another suspect because they know he’s guilty. Do you think this is a reasonable conclusion for two police detectives to draw? Why or why not?
  • When Drew disapproves of Junior Delgado’s tagging, he retorts, “What would you do if your art was illegal? Stop doin’ it?” Do you feel that Junior should stop painting graffiti just because the law tells him it’s wrong?
  • Drew’s relationship with Genevieve ended because she was too emotionally damaged. Do you think he would have been attracted to a woman like Caroline before the trial? How have his experiences changed him?

    Spoiler Warning: Do not read these next questions if you don’t want to know who did it!

  • Mort Frankel was a rapist but not a murderer. Since Drew uncovered his crimes do you feel that it was fair to arrest and convict him on illegally obtained evidence?
  • Do you think Lloyd would’ve been able to imagine such a clever way to commit murder and frame Drew if he hadn’t consulted on Drew’s novels?
  • How much of an allowance do you think a jury would have made for Lloyd’s motives? Do you think there was any nobility in his actions or was he simply selfish or insane?
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    The Crime Writer 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
    TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
    What a great read!

    Although it took me a few chapters to get into the story (it's told in alternating real-time and past-tense chapters), this was one thriller that grabs on and never lets go.

    I've read other Gregg Hurwitz titles, but THE CRIME WRITER is the first one that had me reading late into the night just to see what happened next. This is one read that definitely keeps you on your toes, and questions everything you think you know about what has happened or what's going to happen.

    Definitely recommended -- this one's a winner!
    harstan More than 1 year ago
    In Los Angeles crime writer Andrew ¿Drew¿ Danner wakes up in the hospital with no knowledge of how he was found holding a knife and blood is all over him that is not his while his former fiancée Genevieve Bertrand lies dead nearby. Having recently undergone surgery to remove a brain tumor, his short term memory is off. Thus he cannot remember how he came to the crime scene let alone killing Genevieve, but refuses to believe he would murder her as he feels that goes against his natural instincts. --- Drew is found not guilty due to temporary insanity. However, he obsesses with knowing the truth as to whether he committed the homicide as everyone else assumes he did. He makes himself the amateur sleuth in a detective story and begins his investigation. When a second murder similar to the Bertrand homicide occurs, Drew looks guilty, but this time he knows he did not murder anyone. Someone is out to get him by using seemingly innocent people that Drew knows to point the police at him. --- The first part of this exciting thriller may be the best opening ploy in the mystery genre this year. Once the court case is finished, the story line remains strong as readers will want to know whether Drew is capable of killing especially an innocent, but loses some of the momentum as the police become culpable with mistakes in their inquiry. Still Gregg Hurwitz provides an exhilarating tale starring a fascinating beleaguered protagonist who along with the audience wonders if H. Rap Brown¿s famous saying 'violence is American as cherry pie' is true? --- Harriet Klausner
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    JoeNoir More than 1 year ago
    The Crime Writer is not only one of the best crime/mystery novels I've ever read, it's simply one of the best novels I've ever read. I was hooked from the beginning. I know it's a cliché, but I literally did not want to put it down. I also didn't want it to end. I found this novel to be perfectly paced, highly original, and full of twists, with wry insights into modern life in Los Angeles. It's enticing, thrilling, horrifying, and incredibly funny. I had to find out what would happen next. This novel deserves to become a classic of the genre, and Gregg Hurwitz deserves much success.
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    happyreader46 More than 1 year ago
    slow story hook.
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    AvidReader675 More than 1 year ago
    The begining of this book is disjointed and often confusing until several pages into the story you realized that the main character is just as confused and disjointed. If you can make it through the first couple of chapters, you will find that the plot is well thought out and the book entertaining. The ending is somewhat of a surprise and makes the book well worth the read.
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    This is my first book from this author but will be looking for more. I didn't get really into right away, though once into it, I was hooked. Some very unexpected (at least to me) twists and turns. Enjoyable...
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    Guest More than 1 year ago
    Imagine waking up in a hospital with no memory and you¿re the lead suspect in a murder investigation of your ex-fiancée. That¿s exactly how ¿The Crime Writer¿ by Gregg Hurwitz begins. When Andrew Drew Danner, a crime novelist, is tried for the murder of his ex-fiancée, Genevieve Bertrand, beside whose body he was found holding a bloody knife, he pleads not guilty. He has no memory of how he got to the crime scene because of a breakdown caused by a recently removed brain tumor. Once he's found not guilty by reason of temporary insanity, Danner sets out to find the real killer¿or discover some very nasty things about himself. Someone's also trying to frame him for a second murder that appears to be similar to that of Bertrand. Luckily, Danner gets help from old friend Chic, an ex-professional baseball player, and Lloyd Wagoner, a troubled police criminalist. I am glad I didn¿t read the negative reviews prior to getting the book. This might have dampened my spirits. True, the book has a melancholy narrative but please, Drew is being charged for murder. He¿s not sure if he did it, plus a piece of his brain is floating in a jar. I think the book was set up perfectly.
    Guest More than 1 year ago
    The Crime Writer finds Hurwitz exploring a new, more noir-influenced direction in his always impeccably crafted crime stories. His previous work exemplified high-octane action scenes, stunning attention to detail, and fast paced thrills. In the Crime Writer, Hurwitz lets the story breath while soaking in the atmosphere of LA, with some hilarious and insightful depictions in the tradition of Raymond Chandler. The story is a kind of post-modern take on noir and how crime, pop culture, and Los Angeles have been doing their dance since the city's inception. As a crime writer, the novel's protagonist, Drew Danner, finds himself in the middle of a plot straight out of one of his own pot- boilers. As he begins his investigation into clearing his own name, he finds that much of what he thought to be true isn't. He decides the only way to discover the truth is to write his own story, but he finds that he may be in over his head in the real world. The Crime Writer features one of the best hooks in recent memory. The characters, humor, and unfolding mystery make it impossible to put down. Readers looking for an original take on the classic LA noir tradition will love the Crime Writer.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Absolutely horrible completely off the wall and totally unbelieveable