Turn The Page: The Death Of Bunny Munro by Nick Cave
I loved ‘And The Ass Saw The Angel’ and I generally have loved everything that Nick Cave touches – he keeps it interesting and new, and doesn’t often repeat himself.
This is a very different novel to his debut, which I have seen criticised in certain places for being over-written. This is a little leaner. If that debut is the Bad Seeds, with all its gothic stylings, then this novel is Grinderman, with a kind of lurching blood-filled comedy and an energetic bassline chugging away.
With the first book I really didn’t attach it so much with the person writing it, but for some reason, with this book I kind of pictured Bunny Munro as a cartoonised version of Cave, backed with a frenetic backdrop, decanting himself into these various tragi-comic episodes.
The book never slows down, and the fact that it builds in you emotionally as much as it does kinetically is a testament to the writing. Bunny feels human; Bunny Junior feels like a real kid rather than some Disney dream of a child. The beginning packs a punch, the bumps in the road in this odyssey likewise judder through you, and the end really does come on like a crescendo.
I enjoyed this book.