i love reading. and i love nick cave. and when the two come together i'm in the throes of outright fucking passionate passion.
anton marshall from nobodyknowsyourname (and now channel24's music ed) knows this wee fact about me and presented me with a little surpise something something over the weekend.
the death of bunny munro.
i think the last cover is the most apt. bunny's a bipolar (in my opine) sex addicted, door-to-door salesman haunted by the wife he drove to suicide and in charge of parenting the crusty eyed nine-year-old left behind.
it's not a pretty picture. and frankly, i'm not - like one write-up suggested - falling inlove with bunny against all odds. he's quite stinky.
but i love the story and the characters and the language and twisted tragidy of it all. cave is unbearably good. munro is on a different level to and the ass... it's easier to read, it seems less painfully written and is probably more accessible to more people