A Murder in Hollywood
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A Murder in Hollywood
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Ray Porter
From Michael Crichton
Creator of Jurassic Park, ER, Twister, Rising Sun, and Disclosure
Writing as John Lange™
Comes a new Hollywood mystery thriller, originally written in 1973 by Crichton but never before published, that will keep you guessing until the very end.
In the glitz and decadence of 1970s Hollywood, an era when sex and drugs were readily available on any movie set, the writer of the next Western blockbuster, Bloodrock, has just been found dead in his motel bathtub. Now publicist Harvey Jason is desperately trying to keep the project on track while the famed Harlow Perkins, a brilliant and ruthless investigator, begins to unravel the mystery and hunt the killer down.
From scorching-hot desert locations to sleazy motel bars, the members of the cast and crew—each one with a very dark secret of their own—will send this case deeper and deeper into a maze of confusion and shadows until the shocking truth is revealed.
Will the murderer be found?
Or will the true identity of the killer turn out to be just another Hollywood illusion?
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“Sharp humor, convincing dialogue, and breakneck pacing bring both the mystery and the movie set to life. Film buffs will enjoy this one just as much as mystery lovers.”
“The writing is tight and the story exciting.”
“Crichton clearly had a lot of fun writing the book, and readers will have just as much fun reading it.”
“Crichton, as in the SF novels that would make him famous, sweats every detail of the background, and aspiring filmmakers will learn as much about the mechanics of moviemaking as they could from most film textbooks. If you think the big reveal falls flat, just keep on reading to the end. A sly reminder that ‘movies, like politics, are unreality. That’s the point of them.’”