Spotlight on Ten Dead Comedians by Fred Van Lente—and a Giveaway!


Title: Ten Dead Comedians
Author: Fred Van Lente
Publisher: Quirk Books
Publication Date: July 11, 2017
Genre: Mystery



As the story opens, nine comedians of various acclaim are summoned
to the island retreat of legendary Hollywood funnyman Dustin Walker.
The group includes a former late-night TV host, a washed-up improv
instructor, a ridiculously wealthy “blue collar” comic, and a
past-her-prime Vegas icon. All nine arrive via boat to find that
every building on the island is completely deserted. Marooned without
cell phone service or wifi signals, they soon find themselves being
murdered one by one. But who is doing the killing, and why?

A darkly clever take on Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None
and other classics of the genre, Ten Dead Comedians is a marvel
of literary ventriloquism, with hilarious comic monologues in
the voice of every suspect. It’s also an ingeniously plotted
puzzler with a twist you’ll never see coming!


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An Excerpt from Ten Dead Comedians

Chapter One


A bleep, a boop, a shudder, a swoosh, and there it was, on each of their phones:

Hey there Funny Person.

Steve Gordon didn’t see it at first.

He had a good excuse, though.

He was dying.

Steve had died before, of course. He knew how. At the Laugh Shack in Portland, Maine, in front of that bachelorette party. At that open mic in Des Moines, when he was first starting out. At his SNL audition, after his career was basically already over.

Dying on stage, in the middle of a set, was something every stand-up experienced. It was as inevitable and unavoidable as bad weather. The pros distinguished themselves from the wannabes by not buckling under the weight of the dead room, of the surly crowd, of their own (hopefully temporary) suckitude.

But tonight felt different.

Tonight Steve felt like he was running out of lives.

“Hey, thanks, everybody, for that great welcome. Are you ready to be the best Finance Department we can be?”

Bifocals, bad ties, and pantsuits peered at him from the audience of the Chicago Improv Underground. The theater used to be a strip club and still retained the vague air of being somewhat ashamed of itself, with its low ceiling and bad lighting and support beams blocking sight lines from a third of the seats. Like every other performer, Steve had to memorize the location of the ancient lump of blue putty covering the hole in the floor where the stripper pole had been sawed off to avoid tripping or stubbing his toe on it.

The tumbledown surroundings were part of the act—they helped draw herds of accountants from the Whatever Co. out of the glass tomb of their conference room, down the concrete staircase beneath the Aldi supermarket, for this quarter’s team-building seminar.

This ritualized descent into the underworld was all part of the initiation process. The staircase was flanked by black-and-white photos of the famous before they were famous, fresh-faced and poor, honing their skills on the Underground stage before their careers began to flourish on Saturday Night LiveMad TV, and The Daily Show.

By the time the audience arrived in the black box theater and took their broken-down seats, they understood they were ensconced in the loam of celebrity: the Improv Underground was the rich, dark soil from which impossible dreams were raised.

Or, in Steve’s case, the pure earth to which he had returned.

In the stairwell’s Before pictures, the audience had seen him twenty years younger. Now, as Steve faced them, one eye on the floor to avoid the ex-stripper-pole bump, they were looking at the After.

“All right, folks. For our first team-building exercise, I’m going to hunt you for sport, so if you could all line up against the far wall and get your panda costumes . . . What? No? C’mon, being hunted builds character! Man is the most dangerous game.

“No, you can tell I’m joshing. Tonight we’re gonna have fun improvising sketches, just like we used to do on What Just Happened? Teddy, could you come up here on stage? Teddy is the manager of Improv Underground. He’s a professional funnyman like me, which means he’s also an amateur degenerate.

“So we’ll make up a comedy scene right here in front of you. Now somebody give me a place. Any place. Doesn’t matter where. No wrong answers here. The one word you can’t use in improv is ‘no.’”

“Auschwitz!” blurted out a middle-aged CPA in the back row.

Steve blinked.

“Oooo . . . okay? Auschwitz. Sure! Now can somebody give me a profession?”

“Rodeo clown!” yelled the Executive Senior Vice President of Something in the front.

Steve swallowed. “No,” he said.

“You said that was the one thing you couldn’t say!” the ESVPoS exclaimed with a near-audible harumph.

“No, I said that was the one thing you couldn’t say,” Steve said. And looking at Teddy’s face when he said it, and the face of the executive’s assistant sitting next to him when he said it, he knew instantly he shouldn’t have said it, because this guy hadn’t been told no by anybody still with a job since 1998.

At that moment Steve thought maybe he really was dying. The spark that had animated his existence since he was a kid was sputtering out, that desire to make people laugh, to book that next gig, to not punch an audience member in the face. What was it all for, the bad food and canceled flights? He could go back to law school like his mother always wanted. At his age, it would be a sitcom waiting to happen. Or he could flip burgers.

Flipping burgers was sounding better and better by the second. His phone vibrated again. Steve ignored Teddy’s look, a look that said “Oh no you will not check your damn phone while you’re in the middle of a gig, you pitiful sketch-show has-been” and turned his back on the audience.

“Just a second,” Steve said. “I’ll be right back.”

He pulled out the phone out and read:


You don’t know who I am, but you MIGHT know who I work for.

Excerpted from TEN DEAD COMEDIANS © Copyright 2017 by Fred Van Lente. Reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.


About the Author

Fred Van Lente is the #1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning writer of comics like Archer & Armstrong (Harvey Award nominee, Best Series), Action Philosophers! (American Library Association Best Graphic Novel for Teens), and Cowboys & Aliens (with Andrew Foley), the basis for the feature film.

His many other titles include Weird Detective, The Comic Book History of Comics, The Incredible Hercules (with Greg Pak), Taskmaster, Marvel Zombies and The Amazing Spider-Man.

He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, the playwright Crystal Skillman, and some mostly ungrateful cats.

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“[this] debut fiction could possibly become, in its own way, as
much of a classic as the novel it honors.”—New York Journal of Books

“Van Lente’s first foray into mystery is both a tribute to
Agatha Christie and a dark showbiz satire.”—Library Journal