As the proprietor of the Fine Gentleman’s Club, and host of the Squire’s ignominious tuesday night open mic, Denver comedy fans already know Sam Tallent, but what they may not know is the he contains multitudes, and not just within his corpulent frame. Surprisingly well-read for a public goofball, Tallent may instinctively eschew any pretentious-seeming affectations, but he’s often already devoured a literary classic or two before I wake up in the morning. An example of what persistent dedication and self-starting can achieve, Tallent is local treasure and a good friend. Not incidentally, he helped me come up with the idea for this very column. This week, Westword checks in with Tallent to discuss his love for Southern Gothic literature, how existentialism warped his adolescent mind, and the biographies of his Falstaffian forebears.