Rich Leder has been a working writer for more
than two decades. His screen credits include 18
produced television films for CBS, Lifetime, and Hallmark and feature films
for Paramount Pictures, Tri-Star Pictures, and Left Bank Films.
He has
written four funny novels: McCall &
Company: Workman’s Complication; McCall
& Company: Swollen Identity; Juggler,
Porn Star, Monkey Wrench; and Let
There Be Linda.
He founded Laugh
Riot Press as an imprint for his funny books and the funny books of other indie
authors.
He has been the lead
singer in a Detroit rock band, a restaurateur, a Little League coach, an indie
film director, a literacy tutor, a magazine editor, a screenwriting coach, a
PTA board member, a commercial real estate agent, and a visiting artist for the University of North Carolina Wilmington
Film Studies Department, among other things, all of which, it
turns out, was grist for the mill. He
resides on the North Carolina coast with his awesome wife, Lulu, and
is sustained by the visits home of their three children.
Leder's black comic thriller tells the tall tale of estranged brothers Mike and Dan Miller—accountant and con-man talent agent respectively—up to their necks in the virtual quicksand of LA's San Fernando Valley during the hottest summer in Southern California history.
The root cause of their problems could be the missing seventy-five thousand dollars, or the sadistic, loan shark dwarf and his vicious giant, or the psycho comedian cop on the case, or the coke-snorting dentist, or the deranged zombie real estate developer. Or perhaps it’s the poodle—the poodle is suspect, no doubt. Or maybe it's the grocery store checker who breathes life into death.
Oh yes, it could be her too. And so to repair the head-on collision the Millers have made of their personal and professional lives, the brothers summon their mother back from the dead to clean up the wreckage. But what the Miller men discover is that screwing with the laws of nature is a violent, bloody, hysterical, and hilarious idea.
Book Excerpt: Meet Jenny Stone
“I’m Danny Miller,” he said, taking
the chair next to her, “President of Miller Talent Agency.” There was a bamboo
reception desk, a wicker loveseat, the two chairs, the big mirror, and a fan
that made a dying animal noise. There was no receptionist.
She was sitting, but Danny thought
she might be five foot five or so. She had straight-as-string brown hair that
was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her skin was smooth and clear and white,
as if she never went out into the Southern California sunshine. She wore zero
makeup. No gloss, no eye shadow, no blush. She wore thick black glasses. She
was thin, he thought, but he couldn’t really tell what was happening under her
blousy blue shirt and gray Catholic-school skirt. She wore knee socks and
sensible shoes. She had brown eyes that made him think of coffee. She was
younger than him, late twenties. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. She was
unadorned in every regard. It was as if she were trying not to be here—or
anywhere—trying to be unnoticed by any and all. There was no guessing what kind
of talent she thought she had.
“I’m Jenny Stone,” she said in soft
voice void of confidence, a voice that in and of itself was trying to be
unnoticed. “What do you do, Jenny Stone?” Danny said, putting his hand
out.
She shook his hand and said, “I bring
dead people back to life.”
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