EAT THE RICH coming August 27
As a special transplantiversary present to Eirik, we are happy to announce the book will be published on August 27, 2026!

“Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable, let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself,
Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
and see if we may not eff it after all.”
Atomic Carnival Books is a small, independent publisher of weird speculative fiction. Inside our battered and glowing tents, you’ll find horror, sci-fi, dark fantasy, and bizarro, with hefty doses of camp and comedy. Sometimes we’re here, sometimes we’re there, and sometimes we’re someplace else entirely. For we are cursed to roam eternally, slinking through the twilight, from town to town to town, from book to book to book, forever in search of the strange, the beautiful, and the ridiculous.
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Eirik Gumeny was the editor of Atomic Carnival Books and author of Infernal Organs and the cult-favorite Exponential Apocalypse series. His short fiction has appeared in, among others, Impossible Worlds, Kaleidotrope, Soul Jar (Forest Avenue Press), and Escalators to Hell (From Beyond Press). His nonfiction has been published by Cracked, Wired, and even The New York Times once.
Born with cystic fibrosis, Eirik still had cystic fibrosis, because that’s how genetic diseases work. In 2014, he received a double lung transplant and technically died a little. He got better. He had the audacity to actually die in 2024. Atomic Carnival Books is now run by his wife, Monica Rodriguez.
Get to know him on egumeny.com.
As a special transplantiversary present to Eirik, we are happy to announce the book will be published on August 27, 2026!
Just a quick update today to remind everyone that general submissions for Eat the Rich close next Tuesday!
Send us your angriest and your weirdest shit. So long as some obnoxiously wealthy fuck gets eaten — somewhere, somewhen, somehow — the sky’s the limit.
