That Nathan Curnow and Kevin Brophy should publish Radar together is entirely apt. At a glance, they may seem incongruous: Curnow the undercut-sporting denizen of Ballarat, sleeping in haunted houses and hearses; Brophy the soft-spoken, bearded professor, assembling each poem like a ship in a bottle. Each was at one time editor of Going Down Swinging, but their link predates Curnow’s tenure. It comes instead via their respective previous collections.
Geoff Lemon, ‘The Monthly; September 2012