Binyavanga Wainaina was a Kenyan author of short stories and essays, an LGBT activist, and a champion of African literary… Read more with binyavanga
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Notes On Childcare
By Alexandra Chenelle 1. I play with a friend’s child while they watch basketball. I am pretending that the pink… Read more Notes On Childcare
The Hospital of History: Guy Hocquenghem’s The Amphitheater of the Dead
By Cam Scott | Few figures of the French left are as non-forthcoming in posterity, let alone English translation, as… Read more The Hospital of History: Guy Hocquenghem’s The Amphitheater of the Dead
We Don’t Need Another Zombie-Killing Hero: Political Horror in Dawn of the Dead (1978)
By Johanna Isaacson | In the age of dying malls and zombie overkill does George Romero’s much discussed Dawn of the… Read more We Don’t Need Another Zombie-Killing Hero: Political Horror in Dawn of the Dead (1978)
Rock ‘n’ Roll Feminist Utopianism in Outer-Space
By Kenan Behzat Sharpe The “new Turkey” seems to have no space for women. Last Friday thousands of people gathered… Read more Rock ‘n’ Roll Feminist Utopianism in Outer-Space
There is, after all, still air to breathe in hell | Part 2
by Noah Brehmer | Social death and the suicideational demand You can read the first part of this essay here.… Read more There is, after all, still air to breathe in hell | Part 2
Unseeable Horror in Velvet Buzzsaw
“If art reflects life, it does so with special mirrors.” — Bertolt Brecht [1] By Madeline Lane-McKinley | In the… Read more Unseeable Horror in Velvet Buzzsaw
There is, after all, still air to breathe in hell | Part 1
The suicidal imaginary by Noah Brehmer | Faced with the daunting encroachments of debt, cancelled futures, planetary crisis, the intensification… Read more There is, after all, still air to breathe in hell | Part 1
“I Like Being Dead”
by Sophie Lewis | Decades ago, a white settler, Alfonso Cuarón, promised a colonized indigenous Mixtec woman from Oaxaca, Liboria… Read more “I Like Being Dead”
Stunted Time: Eldercare and Black Temporality
By Justin Hogg | I. I think about time as my grandmother’s memory fades more and more with each passing… Read more Stunted Time: Eldercare and Black Temporality
