Mr. CSI

<p> In 1990, Anthony Zuiker was just another Hollywood wannabe—a balding, overweight guy driving a tram in Las Vegas for eight bucks an hour, telling his friends about the screenplay he was writing, dreaming of fame. He’d grown up in Vegas, where his mother worked the blackjack table at a casino, while his father flitted back and forth from investment schemes that didn’t seem to go anywhere. His friends figured Anthony wouldn’t either. </p> <p> But twenty years later, Zuiker stands as the mastermind behind the most popular television show in history, <i>CSI: Crime Scene Investigation</i>, and its spin-offs: <i>CSI: Miami</i> and <i>CSI: NY</i>. How he got there—a remarkable rise from nothing to something—is the narrative lifeblood of <i>Mr. CSI</i>, only, like the show itself, there’s a catch: </p> <p> On a January morning in 2005, Zuiker got a call from the Las Vegas Police Department while he was working at his desk on a script for <i>CSI: NY</i>. His estranged father, whom Zuiker hadn’t seen for a decade, had put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. </p> <p> So begins <i>Mr. CSI</i>, a book that frames Zuiker’s astonishing ascendency to fame and fortune with an unsettling and honest appraisal of his father’s suicide. It’s a book that uses the conventions that have made <i>CSI</i> a worldwide success to tell a far more personal story, of what one man left behind in his success and what he gained when he returned. </p>