A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Book: The Death Of Bunny Munro
Posted on | January 1, 2010 | 2 Comments
Who doesn’t like a nice cup of tea and a good book? As I quite like hearing about what others are reading, I (self-importantly, perhaps) thought I’d share the same information with you.
So then, I’ve just started The Death Of Bunny Munroe by Nick Cave. About a third of the way through at the moment and enjoying things so far.
If you are a regular reader of these ramblings, you might remember that, a few months back, I went to ‘An Evening Of Readings, Music And Conversation With Nick Cave‘. The ‘reading’ bit of that evening with Nick, was from this book. It’s Cave’s latest novel and he was plugging it between singing some splendid songs and getting heckled for being misogynist.
This latter was from a lady who took umbrage at the content of some of Cave’s prose. While I think Offended-Lady was completely wrong, there is plenty in The Death Of Bunny Munro to cause offence to a certain type of person. Basically, if you’re the type of person who really thinks that all men are bastards and that everything – literally everything – revolves around men attempting to bed every woman they meet/know/know of, this book may not be for you. The eponymous hero is not a terribly nice guy and while he’s not doing things to ladies’ bits, he’s thinking about lady-bits. You might think him an unsympathetic character, then. You’d be wrong – I wouldn’t want to hang out with Bunny Munro but I certainly care what happens to him.
So far, a good helping of sex and death and masturbation. Oh, and an episode where, after parking in a disabled spot, Bunny tells his son, “if a traffic warden comes by, pretend to be a spastic or something.”
It’s good. Get it. Of course, yours won’t be signed by Nick Cave (like wot mine is) but at least you’ll get a good read. If you’ve read Cave’s And The Ass Saw The Angel, well, this is nothing like it.
Oh, I am enjoying this book and tea with some M&S Rhubarb & Ginger Cookies. Delicious.
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Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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Sounds interesting. At least worth checking out. I’ve just finished ‘Johannes Cabal The Necromancer’ by Jonathan L. Howard. Got it as a review copy from Waterstones and it was a total surprise. Quite funny and different from my usual fare.
Hmmm. That looks like a lark. Ordered up a copy. I see a cheap paperback version on pre-order for only 6 quid. Don’t mind waiting to save cash. There is a recession on, after all.