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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 Mole says: name, and I answer I waited for him at the indicated location and he picked me up in the Peugeot that I’m now driving We’ve just met He doesn’t look at me, they say he never looks anyone in the eyes Age, he says, 42 I say, and when he says that I’m old I think that he’s definitely older He wears little black sunglasses and this must be why they call him the Mole He tells me to drive to the closest square, settles into his seat and relaxes The test is easy but it’s very important to pass and for this reason I’m nervous If I don’t do a good job, I’m not in, and if I’m not in there’s no money, there’s no other reason to join Beating a dog to death in the port of Buenos Aires is the test to find out whether you’re willing to do something worse They say: something worse, and look away, as if we, those on the outside, don’t know that it’s worse to kill a person, to beat a person to death When the avenue splits into two streets I choose the less busy one A line of stoplights changes from red to green, one after another, and lets us advance quickly until a dark, green space emerges from between the buildings I think that maybe there are no dogs in this square, and the Mole orders me to stop You didn’t bring a club, he says No, I say But you’re not going to beat a dog to death if you don’t have anything to beat it with I look at him but don’t answer, I know he’s going to say something, because now I know him, it’s easy to figure him out But he enjoys the silence, he enjoys thinking that each word that he says is a point against me Then he gulps and seems to think: he’s not going to kill anyone And finally he says: today there’s a shovel in the trunk, you can use it And no doubt, behind

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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Prize Entry

April 2017

A JOURNEY THROUGH ☆ FAMOUS ☆ BY ♫ 'KANYE WEST' ♫

Liam Cagney

Prize Entry

April 2017

A twilit bedroom. Silence. Ceiling view of the base of a hyper-extended bed—the length of a catwalk. Slow pan...

Interview

Issue No. 1

Interview with China Miéville

Ben Eastham

Interview

Issue No. 1

It is a cliché to say that a writer’s work resists classification. It is ironic then that China Miéville,...

fiction

September 2016

Colonel Lágrimas

Carlos Fonseca

TR. Megan McDowell

fiction

September 2016

The colonel must be looked at from up close. We have to approach him, get near enough to be...

 

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