The Crime Writer by Gregg Hurwitz

I stopped reading The Crime Writer by Gregg Hurwitz after about 30 pages, thinking it was dwelling too much on mood and emotion. A couple days later I decided to give it a couple more chapters to catch me, and it did. Andrew Danner, a writer of series detective stories has been accused of murdering his ex-girlfriend, but acquitted on grounds of temporary insanity due to a brain tumor. He has amnesia and isn't even sure himself that he didn't kill her.
His ex-baseball-player friend tells him he's in a game; his editor tells him he's in a story. Even with all this cutesy, wink-wink stuff going on -- The chapter after the editor tells him, "What you need is something to kick down the front door, come barreling into the plot, crashing into the story," an LAPD SWAT team breaks down his door, and he's accused of another murder that he's able to ascertain he didn't commit -- the story rises to the level of a weak Robert Crais or Lee Child book (both of them provided blurbs for the cover, and Crais gets strongly Acknowledged). It seems Hurwitz has read his share of Michael Connolly too. So I'll say ***, but I feel a little dirty for doing so. That said, if you read editorial reviews, everybody seems to like it without any of the reservations I've expressed.