Currently Reading - The Death of Bunny Munro, Nick Cave
Approaching a book by one of your all time favourite musicians is particularly fraught when you're fully aware that Nick Cave doesn't do anything mainstream. I've never really understood why I like his music so much as it often explores themes and meaning that I'm less than interested in, but there you go, there's some sort of visceral appeal I guess. So with INTO MY ARMS cycling around in the back of my head, The Death of Bunny Munro it is.
From the Blurb:
Bunny Munro sells beauty products and the scent of adventure to the lonely housewives of England's south coast. Set adrift by his wife's death, he hits the road one last time - with his young son in tow.
'I am damned,' thinks Bunny Munro in a sudden moment of self-awareness reserved for those who are soon to die. He feels that somewhere down the line he has made a grave mistake, but this realisation passes in a dreadful heartbeat, and is gone - leaving him in a room at the Grenville Hotel, in his underwear, with nothing but himself and his appetites.