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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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Interview with Sianne Ngai

Interview

October 2020

Kevin Brazil

Interview

October 2020

Over the past fifteen years, Sianne Ngai has created a taxonomy of the aesthetic features of contemporary capitalism: the emotions it provokes, the judgements...

Essay

Issue No. 28

Fear of a Gay Planet

Kevin Brazil

Essay

Issue No. 28

In Robert Ferro’s 1988 novel Second Son, Mark Valerian suffers from an unnamed illness afflicting gay men, spread by...

I One week after Buzz and Heather broke up, she dragged her mattress into her living room She moved aside the coffee table and put the mattress in front of the TV Just a few weeks before, Buzz had done the same in his apartment so that he could stay up late and watch movies on his used tube TV One night, he’d arranged Heather naked in different positions on the mattress to take pictures of her Heather had secretly felt like Rose from Titanic, but knew that if she said it out loud, Buzz would dump her Heather both liked and disliked the feeling She’d felt subversive allowing herself to be objectified and observed so closely She also felt like a cheeseball thinking of herself as Rose and not as an obscure gamine at the Chelsea Hotel circa 1973   After the breakup, Heather moved her mattress to feel closer to Buzz, to sleep in the same position he was sleeping in But she also moved it to be closer to the television and further away from the bottomlessness of her hysterics She was crying all the time, and she knew the sadness was disproportionate to the romance She cried in the bathroom stall at work, in traffic on the way home In the evenings, she sat on her porch and watched the sun set at the far end of Augusta Avenue, crying into a jam jar full of whiskey, proud of the tableau she had created   The time had come to cauterise the wound Heather made up her bed on the floor, sat down with her cat, whose name was Fuzz, and turned on the television Last time she had had her heart broken, she and the cat had watched the entire run of Star Trek: The Next Generation She looked at the cat now What would it be this time?   II Sometime in the last decade I began watching TV again At first, the shows came on DVDs through the mail Then they came through the languid Internet of the late-naughts Now, they come full and robust and easy; streaming is the word

Contributor

March 2018

Kevin Brazil

Contributor

March 2018

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

Interview with Terre Thaemlitz

Interview

March 2018

Kevin Brazil

Interview

March 2018

In the first room of Terre Thaemlitz’s 2017 exhibition ‘INTERSTICES’, at Auto Italia in London, columns of white text ran across one wall. Thaemlitz...

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feature

November 2015

Streets of Contradiction

feature

November 2015

Jerusalem has a remarkably cohesive identity, in architectural terms. Every building, from the Western Wall to the sleek hotels...

fiction

March 2011

In the Field

Jesse Loncraine

fiction

March 2011

There were flickers of red in the water, a tint the colour of blood. He stood in the river,...

fiction

Issue No. 3

Forkhead Box

Jeremy M. Davies

fiction

Issue No. 3

What interests me most is that Schaumann, the state executioner, bred mice. In his spare time. Sirens, ozone, exhaust...

 

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