Whiskey Tit attempts to restore degradation and degeneracy to the literary arts. We’re pretty sure we are succeeding here.
I came to publishing in a peculiar way, reading a book serialized straight from the author in email, Jon Frankel’s The Man Who Can’t Die. You can read more about that experience here, but the gist is, and continues to be, me being absolutely floored by a book, only to discover it won’t get picked up by traditional publishers. This is usually because the works don’t fit neatly into genre/length/media packages. We proudly publish books that are too long or too short, books in which the authors insist upon no back cover blurbs, books whose best genre descriptions might be “comedy of terror,” “memnoir,” “randy seafaring misadventure,” or “low-tech noir.”
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