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Set adrift by his wife's sudden death and struggling to keep a grip on reality, Bunny Munro does the only thing he can think of - with his young son in town, he hits the road. An epic chronicle of one man's judgement and death, "The Death of Bunny Munro" is an achingly tender portrait of the relationship between father and son....

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The Death of Bunny Munro Reviews

  • karen
    2019-01-20 17:34

    look we are best friends!okay now it is time to actually review the book. and im having an off day so im not sure what form this review will take, but im writing it and thats what is happening. i was trying to remember the other day where i was the first time i encountered nick cave. not in person, - i remember that quite well. before the above picture was taken i had tried, many years ago, to flirt on him and was rebuffed. REBUFFED! but the first time i heard his music. i remember quite well the first time i heard the smiths. or leonard cohen. or oingo boingo. and thats about all the music i know. but i cant remember my first nick cave. fascinating, right?? like i said - its an off day. but so the book. i liked it, but not nearly as much as and the ass saw the angel. which i love enough to maybe review later, if im feeing saucy. this book is very good, and i know a movie is in the works, and i can see how that would be good, maybe. but when he was chatting in the green room, maria mentioned the word antihero. and nick cave seemed genuinely surprised at this word being used in connection with this book. and that, in turn, surprises me. because if you read this, theres nothing really to fall in love with, character-wise. hes a pure, unmitigated asshole. and thats great, really, but he is nothing if not an antihero. and moments later, he tried to make a call on his cell, but was geting poor reception and kept saying "can you hear me now", which makes me cringe, and then said "never mind, ill just text you". to this technogrouch, that was unforgiveable. but still - best friends. i thank this book for making =me realize how close avril lavignes name anagrams to "vaginal". and i love that when i was reading this outside on the back stoop at work, some lady came by and tried to sell me makeup from her little suitcase, which meshed nicely with what i was reading, but not as nicely (or terrifyingly) as when i was reading the plague on the jmz subway platform at like 2 in the morning and no one was around and then a rat ran over my foot. that was pretty awesome. but so thats my review, sortof, and i cant even see what i am typing because is experiencing some kind of annoying glitch that is superimposing "formatting tips" over my little box here. (on my display device) so i dont even care. comment, vote, whatever... this day is annoying all-round. boo.

  • RandomAnthony
    2019-01-20 13:25

    Nick Cave’s The Death of Bunny Monro is a novel about a delusional sex addict/beauty products salesman and his reserved, thoughtful nine year old son in the fateful days after the suicide of their wife/mother. The novel’s quick 278 pages include (without giving away too much, I hope):• At least a dozen references to Arvil Lavigne’s vagina, • The same amount of references to Kyle Minogue’s vagina (and remember, Mr. Cave sang with her a few albums back),• A sex scene between the main character and the devil (I think),• A beautiful and cathartic scene in which Bunny interacts with his collective conquests,• A lot of talk about fucking housewives (um, with the f-word as a verb, not an adjective),• An encyclopedia, • A recurring news story featuring a man with a pitchfork, and• A ghost in an orange dress.As someone who would place Mr. Cave’s music in my top ten, if not top five, on a facebook list of my favorite musicians (and on which I’d probably spend way too much time at work), I find separating Bunny Munro and the author next to impossible. When Bunny looks in the mirror and talks about his hair I picture Nick Cave looking in the mirror and adjusting his black locks. And when Bunny rants about the best way to utilize hand cream in the seduction of lonely women I think of Cave on stage in stark white light tearing up “From Her to Eternity” or talking through “Henry Lee”. I can’t help it. So maybe there’s something to be said for keeping the author in the background, without a personality, and letting the book stand on its own merits. Couldn’t do it here. However, if I’m going to be honest, I doubt this book would have reached the shelves if an author without a storied musical history had submitted the manuscript cold to the publishers. Cave’s first novel, And The Ass Saw The Angel, is better than his sophomore effort.That’s not to say The Death of Bunny Munro isn’t worthwhile. Cave, both the author and the musician, is at his best when he raises lyrical and musical drama in order to heighten elemental emotions and amplify central ideas. Cave’s work has an operatic facet that surfaces here and there in the novel. But as opera relies upon huge, broadly drawn characters for projection, The Death of Bunny Monroe lacks complex characters and nuanced storytelling. When Cave hits his mark with the big scenes, the “just close enough to over the top” storytelling, his genius comes forth. And when the book reads like a literate version of “Tupelo” I’m willing to speak in tongues at the Church of the Bad Seed. But I don’t know that any novel pushing 300 pages can maintain that intensity and it’s not fair of me to expect Cave’s literature to mirror his four minute songs. So while I recommend The Death of Bunny Monroe I temper my recommendation with the assertion that the novel is the work of a brilliant musician trying his hand at a second book. If you don’t know Mr. Cave you’ll probably approach this book differently than those of us who love his musical catalog. Maybe that’s a positive.(This review, by the way, was written under the influence of the super-brilliant White Lunar, a collection of Mr. Cave’s soundtrack collaborations with Warren Ellis. I highly recommend White Lunar.)

  • Shantell
    2019-02-13 20:06

    Jesus, how is this even a book. Its like they grabbed the horniest 15 year old boy they could find, gave him a playboy, and told him to try and right a fiction novel. I'm no prude, far from it in fact, but saying "her tits are nice like peaches or something"...does NOTHING for me. The descriptions are awful, full of "or something" and "or whatever"...spending long lengths talking about a street FULL of women. Tell me about one or two hot chicks-their hair, their eyes, their body. Literally writing "she's hot, they're hot, I can picture her naked" is a waste of paper, ink, and time....ugh, oh and him talking about a 15 year old girl's tits is disgusting. I finally gave up after 30 pages, when he saw his dead wife and thought "that her tits look good".

  • Greg
    2019-02-08 17:05

    After reading this book I can not think of Avril Lavigne without automatically thinking about what her vagina would look like. The "Complicated" singer's cooter will probably forever be a purple elephant to me, and I'll be 90 years old and "Skater boy" will come on the "Good Times Oldies" podcast, or whatever we'll be listening to then, and the question of what her box looked like 60 years ago will jump into my head. Sadly that is probably what is going to stick with me long after all the other details of this book have faded from my mind. The book itself though is nothing like I expected. I knew it wasn't going to be like his first book, I could tell that it wasn't going to be a twisted Australian's distillation of Faulkner and Flannery O'Connor; but I wasn't expecting him to write a book that would sit comfortably somewhere between the dysfunctional family and relationships of Nick Hornby and the straight out dysfunction of Irvine Welsh. Mostly the book was a fun journey with a pretty misanthropic and narcissistic character and his poor son. I think I might have missed something in the book, but I'm not quite sure what the serial killer with the horns really had to do with anything. Was I just a poor reader? I also have to admit to getting a little confused at the penultimate scene. Well maybe not confused, just surprised at the sharp veer into the fantastical the plot took for a few pages. It was kind of like the ending of the bible in that way. Ok. That's my review, now it's back to writing my thesis / research paper thingy.

  • Ken
    2019-02-13 19:08

    What a difference twenty years makes. Nick Cave’s first novel, And the Ass Saw the Angel, which was released in 1989, opens with:“Three greasy brother crows wheel, beak to heel, cutting a circle into the bruised and troubled sky, making fast, dark rings through the thicksome bloats of smoke.”His new novel, The Death of Bunny Munro, released in 2009, strikes a slightly more minimalist note with its first sentence:“I am damned, thinks Bunny Munro in a sudden moment of self-awareness reserved for those who are soon to die.”Much like comparing his dark, brooding, classic early music to the simpler, more straightforward approach of his later albums, the author’s two books really are the work of two completely different Nick Caves. How can you possibly match the younger songwriter who so perfectly channels the final anguish of a condemned man on “The Mercy Seat” with the sarcastic older gent who has a laugh at the expense of the Bible’s most notorious zombie on “Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!”? It would be an exercise for the Cave-obsessed and does the man no justice. To expect the author to write in the same style as he did in 1989 makes no sense. So what does Cave deliver with The Death of Bunny Munro? The style of this new book strives to keep it simple, tell an engrossing story, and not beat the reader over the head with its themes. They’re easy, obvious, and yet engrossing. You get hooked right away. And in some ways, this story becomes classic Nick Cave – a simple ballad of a disastrous end.Bunny Munro is a louse who is no good to himself, his family, or any of the unfortunate women who cross his path. A traveling salesman of women’s cosmetics, he is, shall we say, vagina-obsessed. Every waking of the minute of the day, if he is not trying to get his hands on his own clients, he is at least fantasizing about them, or about Kylie Minogue, or Avril Lavigne, both of whom he has a running obsession with. In fact, it’s safe to say Bunny is more obsessed with the female sex organs than the females themselves, based on the parade of both anonymous and well-known vaginas he often pictures in his mind. Obviously, this causes havoc for Bunny’s marriage, especially when his wife calls it quits by hanging herself in their bedroom, leaving Bunny with his namesake, a young boy he barely knows or speaks to. Luckily, Bunny, Jr. sees none of his father’s faults, having an almost inflated image of his dad as the greatest salesman on the planet. Unsure of what to do with the kid, Bunny takes him on a road trip. Why? Well, Bunny is horny. His wife’s death has left him mentally adrift (even if at first he ignores the signs), driving Bunny to seek solace in a hit-list of female clients he views as easy targets. However, things, like life, don’t go as planned.What follows is at turns hilarious, violent, dark, disturbing, and often very sad. Bunny runs into a carnival of living, breathing characters that are richly rendered. Most notable amongst them is a nasty chap, dressed in a devil’s costume, who goes about murdering women in the neighboring towns and streaking through the local shopping malls. With out overtly stating it, Cave makes the subtle comparison between the horned-devil and the horny devil.As Bunny’s mental state deteriorates, we watch a character who has zero redeeming qualities to begin with, spiral even further downward -- with a child in tow to boot. And this is where I think most readers lose the book. To read it just as a sexual romp or a mean-spirited attack on male misogyny, is to sell the book, and Cave’s skill as a writer, short. They are so focused on the salacious aspects of the novel, that they miss the bigger story. This is the tale of a father who has no business raising a child, trying to redeem himself in the most absurd and stupid way imaginable. The heart of the novel really is in Bunny Jr., who midway through the book starts to see his father for the child that he is (even if the younger Munro suffers from condition that affects his eyesight). We realize that Bunny Jr. is the better of the two and all we can do is hope he makes it through in better shape than his father. As I’ve seen many people mention, in several reviews, Bunny has no redeeming qualities. And I don’t think Cave intended him to have any. We’ve become so accustomed to anti-heroes, characters for whom we feel as much attraction as repulsion, that we had forgotten the allure of a good-old-fashioned bastard who just makes your skin crawl. There is no Henry Chinaski, Bukowski’s alter-ego, in Bunny Munro. We’re not supposed to like him. And this case, it works. In spite of Bunny’s sick behavior, you can’t help reading further to see how much farther he’ll drop – and he does, rock bottom in the worst way imaginable when his vagina obsession gets the worst of him. But again, Bunny’s fate is foretold, no big spoiler there based on the title. What happens to Bunny Jr. is ultimately what we really care about. Can he rise above all the mayhem and carnage? After finishing the book, I couldn’t help but think of the Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! album. Often maligned and disrespected, it is just another side of Cave and his cohorts in the Bad Seeds. And yet many of the hallmarks of his style are there. The same can be said of The Death of Bunny Munro. Give Cave the leeway of an open mind and you’ll find some surprising things in this book.

  • Bethany
    2019-02-08 16:14

    This needs to be said: “The Death of Bunny Munro” is not a misogynistic novel. I have been tired of hearing about this book from so many people who have clearly not read it in its entirety since it came out three years ago, and that weariness has now grown into homicidal rage.I am a feminist. I’m also female. I’m offended and ashamed to be human on a daily basis due to the inherent sexism that exists rampantly in things I read, see, watch, and hear. This novel is not one of those things.Cave crafted his protagonist from definitions of vice put forth by religious and feminist texts to stand as an embodiment of misogynist culture. The reality is ugly, and so the attempt to accurately capture it must and should be ugly. Bunny Munro was intentionally constructed for the specific purpose of being Valerie Solanas’ typified evil male. In order to fulfill this portrayal, Bunny engages in repulsive and repellent actions throughout the book. This is done so that at the book's end he can be killed, raped by the devil, and made to appear on a stage in front of all the women he’s ever wronged and apologize to them. His death is then seen as a happy ending because it implies to us that his son, Bunny Jr., does not need to inherit the same values that Bunny received from his father. The cycle can end.The story is not sympathetic toward Bunny’s actions. It is sympathetic toward people. It is told from Bunny and Bunny Jr.’s point of view. In Bunny’s narrative, he does not express shame for his actions. If he’s meant to be abhorrent and vicious in a primitive, subhuman way, why and how would he be ashamed of himself? In Bunny Jr.’s narrative, he is as enamored with his father as any other child his age. This is how this kind of attitude toward women transmits from one generation to the next. Bunny Jr. is oblivious to much of his father’s behavior; his father can do no wrong because Bunny Jr. is still at the age where he views his father as the superhero best-dad-on-the-planet figure. If this were not the case, there would be no danger of Bunny Jr. becoming like Bunny.The shame of what Bunny does is not conscious to the main characters. It’s obvious to the readers and to the characters affected by his actions in the book. It manifests in the novel with the motif of the ghost of Bunny’s wife and the devil man.There is nothing in the actual novel that supports the idea of an amoral philosophy justifying and excusing Bunny’s actions, and I am baffled to the fullest extent that a human being can experience bafflement every time that I see someone make this assumption. We are called to be sympathetic toward Bunny not because what he does is not wrong, but because we aren't sociopaths and because he is still a human being. Cave is writing from a Christian perspective: he values and chooses to treat all sentient beings with respect and dignity throughout the book. This same philosophy that makes it possible for the author to portray what Bunny does as being wrong is also what makes it necessarily follow that he is deserving of sympathy himself. This does not necessarily imply redemption, but it does involve forgiveness, consideration for others, and making attempts to understand why people are the way that they are and do the things that they do."One of the last things Jesus did on Earth was to invite a prisoner to join him in heaven. Jesus loved that criminal. I say, he loved that criminal as much as he loved anyone. Jesus knew. It takes a lot to love a sinner. But the sinner, he needs it all the more." — Augustus Hill (Oz: S05E01, Visitations)Gathering this conclusion from the evidence in the text does not take consultation from the inductive talents of either Mr. Sherlock Holmes or his real-life ex-FBI “Mindhunter” counterpart, John E. Douglas, to arrive at. I have yet to see one logical argument that sets aside personal biases and pre-conceived notions tied almost entirely to cover artwork and instead examines actual parts of the novel, connects them to the work as a whole, and identifies what about it is problematic in regard to gender dynamics, all the while referring to specific quotations and examples to give credible foundation to these conclusions. All I’ve heard are irrelevant statements on Nick Cave’s personal character and how some of the various covers that the book has been printed with are offensive. I trust I don’t need to remind anyone of a particularly well known idiom regarding cover illustrations and hasty generalizations of written publications.Yes, sex and objectification of women is rampant in this book. What grand observational skills many readers have acquired from their respective educational systems. That's the point of the book. If you don't want to read about some pervert's obsessive train of thought that objectifies nearly every woman that he comes into contact with and draws disturbing sexual narratives from anything and everything around him, then don't read The Death Of Bunny Munro. If you don't want to read about some sociopath's obsessive thoughts of murder and objectification of humanity, blood, and death, and the disturbing, ever-present narrative of emptiness and morbidity that goes with the territory, don't read American Psycho. If you don't get any of that, then maybe you should stick to Grisham, Clancy, and Koontz. This is what literature is. It uses evocations of particular places, times, events, and people to provide perspective on them and communicate some sort of truths about them. Many things in this world are ugly, disturbing, and upsetting. This particular “male disease,” to quote George Carlin, is one of them. We SHOULD be aware of it as a society.If you disagree with me on the merits of this novel, that is fine, great, and actually of genuine interest to me. I’d love to hear your reasoning. But only on the conditions that you have read the book in question and you disagree on premises that come from the actual text, not from your emotions, your views of the author as a person, the book’s cover art (which comes from the publishing company), things that you’ve heard others have said about it, the fact that you are shocked by the material, or other such irrelevant details that should have no place in any discussion of a literary work.Stop drawing conclusions about books you have not read. You wouldn’t venture to do so in a literature class. You would not write in an essay as an explanation sufficient for your literature professor that you hold X opinion about the meaning of this text because the cover it was published with looks like this, or you hold X opinion about the meaning of this text because the author seems like this type of person to you from what you know of them. Why would you want to be less genuine with the way that you behave and the opinions that you hold in your life than you would be in a staged environment like a classroom? Why?

  • Alex Akesson
    2019-01-25 13:26

    Wow! Death is too good for this breed of megalomaniac sociopath........... and his ilk... most of the people who should read this book, probably won't.Well done Mr Cave, I like a book that really pisses me off.One hand is clapping, I guess it's my feminine side. The other one is busy wanking off.

  • Sarah Etter
    2019-01-27 18:13

    i gave this book to a friend after i read it and he said something that stuck with me forever: "this would've been better as a short story."there's a lot at work here - the protagonist is an asshole, addicted to sex and booze and fantasies about the vagina of a canadian pop singer. as a woman, reading this, i was both amused and disgusted at turns. i also felt myself urging bunny munro to "get it together, get it together," and that felt odd, that i wanted to mother this pitiful man.this is a book so seedy that it sometimes smells like rotten cigarette butts and day-old spilled whiskey. just thinking about bunny munro makes me picture the texture of sticky motel carpets or the scratch of wearing a suit on a hot day. if you don't mind the descent into that kind of hell, this is the book for that way, cave succeeded. he bring us into this terrible world, makes us face this terrible man, and the only way out is to wait for the climax, to watch bunny munro be confronted by everything in a giant fiery blaze. and that part, i thought, was pretty lovely.

  • Marco Cultrera
    2019-01-31 16:21

    I have both the book and the audio-book (read by the author himself), and I ended up listening to the audio-book while completing a repetitive manual task.I'm glad I did. Nick Cave's voice and delivery are perfect for the twisted events during the last few days of Bunny Munro's life. Also, the many music interludes are fantastic, and really add to the atmosphere.About the novel itself: Nick Cave is at his best. The man is a genius in creating incredibly compelling and flawed characters and Bunny Munro is no exception. Bunny is as disgusting a human being as it gets, and the juxtaposition with his 9-year old son couldn't be greater. But Bunny Jr. loves his dad uncompromisingly, and with an earnestness that constantly broke my heart through the entire novel.As I kept listening, looking forward to the end of Bunny's miserable life, so that Bunny Jr. would be free of his poisonous presence before it's too late, gradually I started reconsidering the titular character. Is Bunny Munro just a colossal asshole and a sex addict who brought his misery on himself or it was inevitable, given his past? Or, in other words, am I allowed to feel sorry for him, giving myself whatever justification I need? The great thing is that I'm not really sure even now, after I finished the book. The David Lynchian ending, as it should, doesn't really answer my question. If, as I suspect, Cave wanted to leave the answer to each one of us, he succeeds. Great book, just shy of the 5 stars mark, because of a little too much self-indulgence in some of the sex scenes and pop culture references.

  • Jamie
    2019-02-01 20:32

    In 1994, I was unemployed, had moved back in with my father, and was pondering the imponderable: going back to school. Trapped in the mountains of California, I spent my days pretending to look for a job, usually hiding out at my dad’s house reading books. That was when I read Nick Cave’s first novel, AND THE ASS SAW THE ANGEL. I remember being enthralled by his lush, complex sentences and his stark imagery. Looking back, perhaps it was the right time for me to read a tale of a strange boy stuck in a private, angry world. (In some ways, it reminds me now of Iain Banks’s THE WASP FACTORY.) I enjoyed the novel so much that when I met Nick Cave, I had him sign the paperback rather than any of my CDs.Fifteen years later, Cave’s second novel, THE DEATH OF BUNNY MUNRO, is so bad it makes me scared to ever look at AND THE ASS SAW THE ANGEL again for fear I might find out I was wrong. BUNNY MUNRO is as short on plot as ANGEL was full, and the once complicated language has replaced its David Milch-style cadence and vocabulary for a pastiche of detective novels, riddled with clichés and lazy verbiage. Cave’s Bunny is an oily salesman who travels the road selling feminine beauty products and screwing his customers. His every moment is given over to some lurid fantasy, and as Cave quickly runs out of metaphors for his hero’s cock, they grow more and more tedious and loathsome. It’s no surprise that the book was a candidate for this year's Bad Sex in Fiction prize. I would be truly frightened to read the prose that beat it.At the start of the book, Bunny’s wife, sick of his infidelity and fearing a killer that is plowing through England carrying a plastic pitchfork and wearing devil horns will come to her town, commits suicide, leaving Bunny alone with his 9-year-old son, Bunny Jr. He is a dreamy boy, with an affliction that makes his eyelids sting so that the very act of looking at the world hurts him. Obviously, this is a book that deals in heavy-handed metaphors. Is it any surprise that the killer’s horns turn out to be real? Boy and father go on the road, with Bunny showing Jr. the ropes while descending deeper into his personal, often surreal hell. I suppose it was Cave’s intention to drag us into hell with him; in that, he succeeds. Reading the book becomes an eternity of punishment. The book was only made bearable thanks to the audio. For one, there is a some fantastic original music by Cave and his regular composing partner, Warren Ellis. Two, Cave is a fantastic reader, and his deep tones are wonderful to listen to. I’d love to hear him reading a better book than this one. If he can’t write it, I’d be fine if he read from the work of someone else.

  • Hosein
    2019-02-12 20:21

    خب، فکرشو نمیکردم اینقدر سریع بتونم تمومش کنم:دی متن خیلی سرراست و خوبی داشت. بهترین توضیحی که میشه در مورد این کتاب داد، اینه که دقیقا همون حسِ آهنگ های دهه نود و اوایل دو هزار آهنگ های نیک کیو رو داره. فضای سنگین و افسرده، مشکلات اجتماعی و نوعی مالیخوایی خاصی که فقط من توی آهنگ‌های نیک کیو و بد سیدز دیدم. کتاب دقیقا حسی شبیه به اون رو به من القا میکنه. و البته، به نظرم قلم نیک کیو هم فوق العاده قویه و نثرش هم دقیقا مثل ترانه‌هایی که مینویسه، سبک خاص خودشون رو دارن. شاید حالا که نوبل ادبیات یک بار به "باب دیلن" که خواننده‌س داده شده، بتونیم امیدوار باشیم یک روزی هم "نیک کیو" هم بتونه این جایزه رو ببره، چون بدونِ شک بین خواننده‌های "زنده"‌ی فعلی، یکی از بهترین‌هاس و صددرصد پتانسیل بردن جوایز بزرگ ادبی رو داره.

  • Lizzie
    2019-02-12 19:25

    A major disappointment.Given that the title makes the ending somewhat obvious, you'd've thought Bunny's journey toward meeting his maker would offer some kind of dramatic tension. You'd be wrong. Character, plotting and setting are weak, and for a tragedy (which I guess we could label the book,) there is no dramatic arc, just a never ending stream of vaginamania and the rampant misogyny of a man who has no demons to confront - he's already dead man walking. Where is the conflict? The tension? The humanity?Also, being in the position of living in Brighton, England, where the book is set, I am able to share this with you this: the editing is also a mess. At one point we have Marine Parade, at another the Marine Parade. Nit-picking perhaps but for £16 - in hardback I expect more. As for the aura of Brighton itself, its independent, fish and chip sleazy sea-side vibe are missing, and all we have are a litany of street names to identify my home town as the setting. What's more Portslade might be a ****hole, but the Bronx it ain't. The two points are for the description of 'the white light' of morning after Bunny's coke binge and a few other poetic images. The other three taken away for a story that all too obviously was written, as the author admits, 'in four weeks.'

  • Amberly
    2019-02-05 14:15

    What started out promising, ultimately felt so entirely fake. The kid speaks and acts like no 9-year-old I've ever met, the main character was dim and unlikable, although that may be the point, if there was one ... it was as if Nick had a wisp of an idea for a song, and stretched and rehashed and repeated just to fill up 300 pages - it's obvious his strength lies in lyrical beauty, especially considering he was able to say the same thing time and time again using different and wonderful metaphors - but this does not a novel make.- and just so you know - I identify with a cocksman, so don't chalk up my dislike to the subject matter, which is lean at best. I love Cave's music, themes related to all things macabre, but this book never would have seen the light of day if Cave's name wasn't on it.Loved the part when Bunny gets fucked by the devil.

  • Rebecca McNutt
    2019-01-24 12:25

    This book was really sad. It's the story of an aggrieved man who recently lost his wife and wants to find peace with his son, going on a road trip in the process.

  • Leo Robertson
    2019-01-30 13:35

    Well-written but I don't get it.Who can resist that cover tho??!

  • Mon
    2019-01-26 12:07

    Reading Nick Cave is a lot like dating. Before you start: Wow I can't believe I finally have a Nick Cave in my hand! I've been waiting for 2 months until I can physically see the book back on the shelf. Cave's such a talented musician and original poet (great open-mic by the way), this book can't possibly go wrong. P. 1-20: what an exhilarating opening! The description is observant without being trivial, dialogue minimal and the characters more philosophical then what Camus and Sartre combined. P. 20-60: ok....nothing much is happening, they appear to be on a road trip. But I'm sure Cave is just being reserved with his writing and his subtlety will sure lead to something dramatic later.P. 61-100: They're still on the road. Hmm....P. 101 - 130: Still driving *yawn* oh well, let's have more sexP. 131 - 170: Do you want to do something this weekend? What do you have in mind? Nothing? Hmm...*long pause* Maybe I'll go rent some movies?P. 171 - 220: Look, I'm tired of your pretentious attitude, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME? DO YOU LOVE ME?P. 221 - 250: ................P. 251 - 270: Darling, I know you're trying to make it up by bringing in more crazy characters and David Lynch-ish surrealism. But no, it's too late, too late. P. 271 - 278: Wait what? That's the end? What happened? The Break-up: Sorry Nick, look, it's nobody's fault, we shouldn't blame each other. Somehow we've just drifted apart, these things happen you know. Maybe we're just not right for each other, I'm sure you'll find more a more suitable audience here on GR. It has been an unforgettable, albeit short journey and you have shown me how autobiography isn't the only thing a musician can write. The sex was good as well. So that's it I guess, I'll see you around. I need a drink.

  • Tosh
    2019-02-10 16:24

    Nick Cave's second novel "The Death of Bunny Munro" is really something. One, it's a tight piece of work that is extremely moving about a middle-aged widow who is a traveling door-to-door cosmetic salesman who has a passion for...pussy. Not really women, but just the old in-and-out and then to the next female customer. The main character Bunny is a man totally out-of-control with his life and surroundings. And Cave captures the down spiral in nice strokes on the page. The main drift (and it is sort of a drift in a Situationist sense) is a road trip to sell his wares with his very disturbed son. And Pop is even worse. With grief over his wife's suicide, Bunny goes on a road to the entrance of Hell. In many ways it sort of reminds me of "The Road," except that this is a better book and the total disaster is all made by Bunny.Nick Cave is one extremely talented guy, and I am hoping that there will be more novels in the near future.

  • Anamaria Koridze
    2019-02-14 17:31

    *საერთოდ არ ვარ ბედნიერი ამ მომენტში*ჯერ ერთი იმიტომ რომ ხვალ სკოლაა და უკვე ოთხის ნახევარია, მერე კიდევ იმიტომ რომ ძალიან მემძიმა ეს წიგნი და იმოქმედა ოფქორზ, მაგრამ არ მინანია, არც ქეივს გაუცრუებია იმედი, ისევ ლავია, თან ძალიან ლავია.ბევრისგან გამიგია საშინელი წიგნიაო, ისაო ესაო, ფუო და გასაგებია, რომ შეიძლება გულს გირევდეს ბანი, რომელიც ავადმყოფურადაა სექსზე დამოკიდებული, შეიძლება გულს გირევდეს ის ფაქტიც, რომ თუ სადმე ავრილ ლავინს ახსენებენ მისი საშო გაგახსენდება და საერთოდ კიდევ ბევრი რამეა რამაც შეიძლება გული აგირიოს, მაგრამ ვთვლი, რომ არასწორია მხოლოდ იმიტომ რომ წიგნში რაღაცები გულს გირევს ის მდალი ლიტერატურის სიას მიაკუთვნო. სამი ვარსკვლავი ჩემგან წიგნს, ყველა ვარსკვლავი ბატონ ნიკ ქეივს, ძააან კაი ტიპი ხარ, მეგობარო, მაგრამ უკეთესი მომღერალი, ვიდრე მწერალი❤

  • Agathafrye
    2019-01-22 19:29

    Hmmm. Mr. Cave has a knack for writing about the wretched among us. The topics that I love in his music can be a hit or miss when he's writing prose. I deeply loved his first novel, "And the Ass Saw the Angel" even though it was profoundly disturbing and a total bummerfest. Cave's protagonist Bunny Munro is a traveling salesman of beauty products, serial womanizer, and terrible father. I often have difficulty enjoying a book when I can't stand the main character, and that was definitely the case with this one. Bunny's son, the aptly named Bunny Jr; is a beautiful and intelligent child who has drawn the short stick in the bundle when it comes to family. His mother commits suicide while his dad is out on sales calls, leaving Bunny Jr. to fend for himself for a day or two before his dad comes home. When his dad returns to a trashed house and his wife hanging in their bedroom, he takes his son out on the road to "learn the ropes." Thus begins chapter after chapter of sex with strangers, poor parenting, and general misery. There are some beautiful lines tossed around in this novel, and it was definitely readable, but I expect more from the amazing Mr. Cave and this book ultimately let me down.

  • Louise
    2019-02-02 19:33

    I am a major Cave fan! I love his music and I think his first novel And The Ass Saw The Angel is a masterpiece! One of the greatest book ever written. This book just makes me sad. Coming from the brilliant mind who gave us ATASTA, The Mercy Seat, The Sorrowful Wife, The Carny and I could go on. Here is a man who can make you laugh and cry at the same time. Who can make you love those no one can love. This book is so below him! It reeks of midlife crisis! And possibly even (though it breaks my heart to say so) the knowledge that he now has such loyal fan base that they'll love him no matter what. Apart from a few really good passages concerning Bunny jr this is just like visiting a 12-year old school boys head. Come on, you 50+, saying cunt and pussy 50 times in one page can't possibly be exiting anymore. Maybe I'm cruel to say so but lets face it: mr. Cave is a true port and writer when he is miserable. He should not be writing anymore books as long as he's a happy family guy if this is what comes out of that.

  • Merzbau
    2019-01-17 20:30

    i think Nick Cave is one of the greatest songwriters of all time, definitely of the 20th century. i loved And the Ass Saw the Angel. i loved Sick Bag song. i did not love this. i just never really connected with it. that's not to say it was poorly written. on the contrary, i thought it was very well written. that still doesn't make it "good". i probably would've plowed through this but i listened to the audio version read by Cave and his narration made it captivating enough to continue on. plus he scored it with Warren Ellis.on it's own i'd give this a 2, maybe 2 1/2. Cave's narration and score pushes it to 3

  • Vorbis
    2019-01-17 14:13

    I was reading an article that asked "Why can't guys write good sex scenes?". Apparently there's a competition for the worst writing of a sex scene, and the majority of the front runners are guys. The article's author listed this book as an example of good sex scene writing by a guy.And I thought, hey, Nick Cave, I know that name. So I didn't think it would be that bad. I'm not a fan, but I know a couple of his songs.So this book. You know how sometimes you get invited along to a theater performance that's held in an art school? And as you're walking through the halls you see things on the walls that are clearly Art. They are made with intent, and obviously have some Meaning. You can't really tell what that meaning is, but by golly it's apparent it's there. And then you watch the show, and it's awkward and there are lots of different scenes all running on top of each other and you're not sure where you're supposed to start or what it's all meant to add up to? And you have a sort of half confused frown on your face, but then the lights come up so you clap awkwardly and the person you're there to see has a big smile on their face so obviously it hasn't been a mistake, this has in fact gone the way it was meant to and this was what they were aiming for.This book is an art book. And the Message of it, apparently, is that the main character likes sex. You know that study that said a guy thinks about sex every seven minutes? The main character is that guy. Everything is sex. He sees visions of floating vaginas. He has to walk out of his wife's funeral to go and beat off in the toilet. It doesn't seem to be judging him, or maybe it is, but it's not obvious? It's kind of judging everyone? And the guy has a son, and he hero worships his dad but it's obvious he's meant to be seen as a victim but at the same time it's all a bit incomprehensible?So by a third of the way through I was over the plot of this book, all the characters were nauseating to be around and it already foreshadowed that the main character was going to die (that is not a spoiler, it's there in the title)(Artfully). I started flipping through to find these well written sex scenes.And guess what? There aren't any. There's about one scene from there on, through the entire book. There aren't sex scenes. There's just the constant awareness of sex. This guy has it on his brain incessantly, literally everything makes him horny. It is truly repellent to be forced to ride along inside his head. He sees his eyes in the mirror after his wife kills herself and thinks about how the loss of her makes his eyes deeper and more magnetic and how he'll be more attractive to shag now.I just... really hated this book. Viscerally.

  • Ethan Miller
    2019-02-12 13:07

    Nick Cave. Songsmith, Poet, Artist, Screenwriter, Performer--of all his great talents and larger than life artistic abilities novelist seems to be the one area that he just doesn't shine quite so much. And I love Nick Cave. I wouldn't quite say "worship" as many do, but certainly "idolize" is appropriate for my feelings toward him. As an idea "Bunny Munro" is prime Cave material and perhaps would ring with greater resonance and deeper human truth and tragedy as a song, possibly a full album or even a screenplay. But though the novel is about human redemption in some extremely roundabout way the author just doesn't earn his character redemption. The writing is often funny (in the very very blackest, sinister and cruel way it could be and still be called humor), it is often pornographic, often the descriptions are so sharp and wonderful that you can smell the pomade dripping off Bunny's pompadour in the hot afternoon sun of a Brighton summer day (as well as a lot of other too real smells from Bunny's dripping body parts). And yet with all that it reads more like Bukowski than Norman Mailer. Like Bukowski, Cave is brilliant with a line but lacks mastery of story architecture and character nuance. Yet in his music the architecture and character nuance is often pitch perfect so the potential is there. And like Bukowski, after any bearing of the soul or glimpse at complexity into the male psyche there remains this ringing bellow of base alpha male misogyny and mean spirited masculinity at it's worst that doesn't allow the sensitive moments of emotional depth to carry much weight. I just can't tell if "Bunny Munro" was supposed to be a cruel little dirty bit of fun or have a depth and human quality that leaves you with something you could put in your heart or want hanging around your head. Either way, it's not really that fun though one might let a couple chuckles go at any one of the many descriptions of Avril Lavigne's vagina floating through the air. A must read for Nick Cave fans only for the sole fact that a true Nick Cave fan works obsessively through every bit of his work. I'm not sure this book holds interest for anyone else and definitely not for the faint of heart. 3 stars because I love Nick Cave.

  • Παύλος
    2019-02-11 20:18

    Πρώτο βιβλιο του Νικ Κέιβ που διάβασα και ομολογώ πως πέρα απο το αναμφίβολο μουσικό του ταλέντο, παρουσιάζει και μια συγγραφική διαύγεια που δε την περίμενα. Σίγουρα ειναι αρκετά ώμο και ενίοτε αίσχος αλλά αν δει κανεις πίσω απο το προφανές θα ανακαλύψει κάτι εξαιρετικό. Μου θυμίζει το σενάριο της ταινίας "Όλα ειναι δρόμος" όπου μέσα απο τρεις φαινομενικά λούμπεν ιστορίες, γίνεται φανερό το αίσθημα της μοναξιάς. Το ίδιο και εδώ λοιπόν. Θα επανέλθω με αναλυτική κριτική, ελπίζω άμεσα...

  • Craig Wallwork
    2019-02-16 20:11

    Following on from his critically acclaimed debut novel, And The Ass Saw The Angel, Nick Cave’s second novel tells the story of Bunny Munro, a traveling salesman who, after the suicide of his wife, takes his son on a road trip around the South coast of England in attempt to forsake his demons and outrun the Devil. As previously stated in my blog entry, "Drinking Panther Piss", this book was the only publication I truly wanted to read this year. I loved And The Ass Saw The Angel, and from what I read from advanced reviews of Bunny Munro, I felt it was going to be equally gratifying. To stop me from climbing the walls until its September release, fellow Velvet member and all round good-guy Jesse Witchterman provided me with an advance copy from the States, to which I’m indebted – again, thanks Jesse.On first reflection, I wasn’t entirely sure what the hell the book was about. I assumed that Cave was exercising his own demons through his prose. Cave’s father died when he was a young man, and the story of Bunny and Bunny Jnr could be seen as a boy wanting to know his father better, but they are worlds apart, emotionally, so even the most basic of communication is beyond their reach, which might be a comparable experience Cave had with his father when alive. Alternatively, with Cave reaching his twilight years (Christ, I hope he never reads this!), maybe he is redefining his role as a father, and the responsibilities it brings – I think Cave has at least three, maybe four children?Another conjecture forced me to arrive at the conclusion most writers, regardless of what they say, have some part of themselves in their characters. It’s almost impossible to write objectively. In the past, Cave has been labeled a dirty old man based on a few of his song lyrics, and he’s been reported as liking the designation. This may help to explain Bunny’s unnatural obsession with the vagina throughout the book. Moreover, it can’t just be coincidence that the main character is named after the most reputed horniest animal alive, can it? Not surprising then that Cave designed Bunny to have a natural magnetism which most women find irresistible. His charm has made Bunny a decent living as a traveling salesman, allowing him to work his magic to seduce lonely housewives and single mums into partaking in cheap cosmetic products, and the pleasures of the flesh. After his wife’s successful suicide attempt, Bunny begins to feel her presence around every corner, seemingly robbing him of his unnatural magnetism. But his gift is Bunny’s undoing. It had ended a life, and forced him to accept the responsibility of raising his son, something quite alien to him based on his experiences with his own father. What began as a simple busman’s holiday, a fun trip with his stranger son, as well as a perfect excuse to pageant his beguiling influence on the female species becomes more a journey of abstemiousness for Bunny. And it is because of this we see a change in character. The deeper into the journey he goes, the more Bunny searches for absolution, absolution for his sins as a father, as a son and a husband.From the beginning, Heaven was to Bunny a perfect place where you could fuck all day without consequence, and for a long time he lived a happy existence there. But like Adam, he fucked up. His desires became the reason for his eviction, and when you abuse the laws of Paradise, there is only one place left for you, and for Bunny that was the archetypal holiday choice for most English low-income families, Butlins – a place where Bunny spent time with his father, and first discovered his talent. I can say with some authority that having spent a week in Butlins when I was 20 years old, I can think of no better analogy of Hell.Overall it was a brave book. On the surface it was simple, the writing in parts, lazy (I seriously hope Cave does not read this!). Compared to his first novel, which was like eating Banoffee pie covered in Maple Syrup, The Death of Bunny Munro tasted like plain Vanilla Cheesecake. Nothing wrong with cheesecake. In fact, I love cheesecake! But you would expect something just as sweet as his last recipe. Instead, Cave gave us a book that was simple on the surface, plain to the eye; yet, as you trawl through its words, the flavours are still there. You’re just going to have to Dig! Dig! Dig!!!

  • Jason Diamond
    2019-02-16 20:27

    Nick Cave deals in dark. It’s his thing. It always has been, and I am guessing it always will be, but in the last twenty or so years, he has learned to wrestle his muse, and has gone from the guy who sometimes (supposedly) wrote the lyrics for his early band (The Birthday Party) in the blood-drenched needle he had just used to shoot up various death drugs to some warped hybrid of Frank Sinatra and Leonard Cohen with serious David Bowie tendencies. By the latter part of that statement, I don’t mean Cave has ever sounded that much like the Thin White Duke, only he has a habit of lifting certain bits and pieces of both lyrical content and aesthetic from strange places. While Bowie taking from Lou and Iggy, Jobriath and T Rex has been well documented over the years, Cave has gone to even greater lengths to pick up his techniques; from obscure late 1960’s dirty blues albums, to hillbilly songs from the start of the 20th Century, Cave knows where to find inspiration in the strangest places to create some timeless songs.But that’s songwriting, The Death of Bunny Munro, is a book, and it’s the second one written by Cave (he also wrote the screenplay for the phenomenal film The Proposition). And if it hasn’t been proven before, writing songs and writings books are totally different things...Go here to read more:

  • Lazarus
    2019-01-23 13:25

    I'd been avoiding reading this one, mainly out of fear it wasn't any good and would somehow ruin my appreciation of Nick Cave. It didn't.Bunny Munro, a man with 'the gift' when it comes to women, is left a widower and a single parent following his wife's recent suicide. Regardless of the fact he may have driven his already unstable wife insane with his frivolous ways he fears the circumstances will cripple his 'talent' and decides to hit the road with his young son. He roams the English country side, peddling beauty products to lonely ladies while his almost autistically clever son waits in the car. Both father and son are haunted by the ghost of mummy Munro who seems hell-bound on contacting them from beyond the grave. They also appear to be on a collision course with the 'Horned Killer', a serial murderer who is terrorizing the population with his trademark trident.Bunny & Bunny Junior, one running away from the delirium tremens that is his life and the other coping with the loss of his mother, bond in spite of all the neglect, drinking and whoring. Throughout, the father - son relationship seems tender and honest, although somewhat onesided.Tormented by Kylie Minogue's legendary sex appeal and Avril Lavigne's vagina, Bunny's tragicomic obsessions with sex is just hilarious. The death of Bunny Munro is beautiful downward spiral of horror and humanity.

  • Marc Nash
    2019-02-03 13:32

    Bunny Munro, travelling priapic salesman of women's beauty products, just can't help himself sampling the customers. His constant infidelity pushes his wife to suicide and yet he still seeks solace between alien bedsheets. Only there does seem to be some guilt tugging at the fringes of his conscience, for she seems to be haunting his performances. And other than an underwritten relationship with his introverted nine year son, (this ain't no "The Road") that is the whole book. There is no motion, ironic seeing as it's a road trip, throughout the book. Bunny has minimal self-insight, the son isn't going to lend it such is his unconditional devotion, so there is very little development for the reader to glean. There seems to be no logic between when Bunny is overcome by phantoms and concomitant madness affecting his swordsmanship and when he is able to shake it off and revivify his flailing spirits. Some of the scenarios the former ignites drift off into unsatisfying denouements. It's all a bit of a mess, with only glimpses of Cave's verbal virtuosity. Deeply, deeply disappointing.

  • Stephen Collins
    2019-01-19 20:32


  • Joana M
    2019-01-20 15:32

    Cinco estrelas, um peso gigante nos ombros e um aperto no peito. Esta confusão de horror e humanidade presente na escrita de Nick Cave arrebatou-me, fez com que lesse este livro de forma compulsiva entre risos e lágrimas e fez com que por vezes me visse obrigada a pousá-lo porque tudo aquilo estava a ser demais para mim. Bunny Munro não é apenas garanhão, vendedor, cadáver, também é estúpido, doente, nojento mas acima de tudo é inesquecível. Agora só me apetece abraçar o Bunny Munro Junior e dizer-lhe que tudo vai correr bem.Não é um livro para todos, mas talvez todos o devessem ler.