Failure Class Press
There’s something strangely liberating about building your own imprint. No committees, no gatekeepers, no marketing departments trying to sand the edges off your work. Just the raw thing itself — the book you wrote, exactly as it is.
Failure Class Press began with one simple idea:
Some books don’t fit inside the “success” box. They belong to the outsiders, the broken places, the forgotten suburbs, the people who live between the lines.
If traditional publishing is the temple, then Failure Class Press is the house down the street that’s falling into itself at the perfect angle.
I wanted a place where odd, dark, literary, grotesque stories can exist without apology. A place for the kind of fiction that doesn’t pander or beg. A place for novels that smell of rot, myth, madness, humour, violence, and the strange poetry of everyday life.
A place where the margins are the point.
That’s Rot Land.
That’s the beginning of Failure Class Press.
This imprint is for anyone who ever wrote something too strange, too bleak, too funny, too philosophical, too Irish, too grotesque, or just too them for the mainstream system.
It’s for the books that “shouldn’t work” but somehow do.
It’s for the stories that refuse to be respectable.
Welcome to Failure Class Press —
Where the failures are deliberate,
the rot is intentional,
and the books survive exactly because they weren’t built for success.