Nick Cave

At turns dark and humane, this novel is a tender portrait of the relationship between a boy and his father, with all the wit and enigma that fans will recognize as Cave's singular vision.

The Death of Bunny Munro

The first novel in twenty years from the legendary Nick Cave

There's something so scattered and unsatisfying about this book - it reads like the poorly articulated wet dream of a deluded and emotionally repressed narcissist with occasional moments of touching lucidity. Bunny Munro has no redeeming qualities and is wholly unlikeable as a main character. I think his sexual desires are meant to be perverse but he's actually very unimaginative; it's blatantly provocative, but only because the words 'fuck' and 'vagina' appear on every page. That being said, I like books where you know from the very beginning that the main character is going to die. It seems that much of living is about learning how to die. Instead of reading this book, perhaps you could turn on the news, listen to some Kylie Minogue, and click on the sidebar banners advertising hot singles in your area. Maybe you could moisturise your hands and think about why men are so afraid of taking responsibility, competing with their children for love, and receiving anal sex. I love Nick Cave as a musician but reading this makes him a bit harder to love because it's difficult to deny how fucked and banal he is when it's realised in writing. This entire book was a "forlorn wank" and he probably would've had to edit it more ruthlessly if he wasn't already an established artist who could get published just by ejaculating, blindfolded, onto a typewriter.

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Emily Perkovich

Set adrift by his wife’s suicide and struggling to keep a grip on reality, Bunny Munro does the only thing he can think of: with his young son in tow, he hits the road. To his son, waiting patiently in the car while his father peddles beauty wares and quickies to lonely housewives in the south of England, Bunny is a hero, larger than life. But Bunny himself, haunted by what might be his wife’s ghost, seems only dimly aware of his son’s existence. When his bizarre trip shades into a final reckoning, when he can no longer be sure what is real and what is not, Bunny finally begins to recognize the love he feels for his son. And he sees that the revenants of his world—decrepit fathers, vengeful ghosts, jealous husbands and horned psychokillers—are lurking in the shadows, waiting to exact their toll. At turns dark and humane, The Death of Bunny Munro is a tender portrait of the relationship between a boy and his father, with all the wit and enigma that fans will recognize as Nick Cave’s singular vision.

The Death of Bunny Munro

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