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Kevin Brazil
Kevin Brazil is a writer and critic who lives in London. His writing has appeared in Granta, The White Review, the London Review of Books, the Times Literary Supplement, Art Review, art-agenda, Studio International, and elsewhere. He is writing a book about queer happiness.

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Alvaro Barrington, Garvey: Sex Love Nurturing Famalay

Art Review

October 2019

Kevin Brazil

Art Review

October 2019

The unofficial anthem of this year’s London Carnival was ‘Famalay’, a bouyon-influenced soca song that won the Road March in Trinidad & Tobago’s Carnival...

Essay

October 2018

The Uses of Queer Art

Kevin Brazil

Essay

October 2018

In June 2018 a crowd assembled in Tate Britain to ask: ‘What does a queer museum look like?’ Surrounded...

The meteorite retraced its orbit in the solar system for fifteen million years until a passing comet pushed it towards the earth It took twenty thousand years to collide with the planet, as glaciers melted, mountains formed, and waters receded Countless life forms went extinct as others fought fiercely, adapted, and populated the earth When the foreign object finally entered the atmosphere, the force of impact reduced it to a shower of glowing fragments that burned up before reaching the ground Only the heart of the meteorite was spared from violent disintegration An igneous ball, one and a half metres wide, hit the ground outside San Borja; its spectacular descent from the sky was witnessed by a married couple who were arguing in their home at five thirty in the morning   It was totally dark when Ruddy got up to wash the dishes He tiptoed out of the room so that he wouldn’t wake Dayana, who slept with her mouth open, making little pig-like grunts He stopped in the hallway to feel the darkness The crickets chirped in a hysterical chorus; he heard the sleepy neighing of the horses in the distance Once again he felt his body buzzing with the evil energy He went into the kitchen and turned on the light The dirty plates were still sitting on the counter, seething with ants: Ely, the girl, had missed work that day and Dayana hardly ever cleaned at all Out here in the country, any food left out was devoured by insects in a matter of hours He had imagined the army of bugs swarming over the dirty plates and the thought was so unsettling that it pulled him from bed He vigorously scrubbed each dish, pot, and pan The chore momentarily expelled some of the evil energy that had stored up in his body He felt triumphant: he had conquered the ants Captain America, he thought Then he dried the silverware and put it away He stretched out an arm to open the cupboard but as he leaned over the counter his belly brushed the edge of the

Contributor

July 2018

Kevin Brazil

Contributor

July 2018

Kevin Brazil is a writer and critic who lives in London. His writing has appeared in Granta, The White Review, the London...

Nora Ikstena's ‘Soviet Milk’

Book Review

August 2018

Kevin Brazil

Book Review

August 2018

Soviet Milk by Nora Ikstena opens with two women who cannot remember. ‘I don’t remember 15 October 1969,’ says the first. ‘I don’t remember...

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fiction

March 2017

A Table is a Table

Peter Bichsel

TR. Lydia Davis

fiction

March 2017

I want to tell a story about an old man, a man who no longer says a word, has...

Interview

June 2015

Interview with Moyra Davey

Hannah Gregory

Interview

June 2015

One way to think about Moyra Davey’s way of working across photography, film and text is in terms of...

fiction

May 2013

Cabbage Butterflies

Ryū Murakami

TR. Ralph McCarthy

fiction

May 2013

The guy looked disappointed when he saw me. My one sales point is that I’m young, but my eyelids...

 

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