THE DEATH OF BUNNY MUNRO, by Nick Cave
The Death of Bunny Munroby Nick Cave has been shortlisted for the 2010 ABIA General Fiction Book of the Year and longlisted in the 2011 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award.
This review was first posted on Lisa’s blog: http://anzlitlovers.wordpress.com/.
Here’s Helen’s review – we’ve had to be a bit coy about some of the allusions to Bunny’s behaviour because Cave’s style is explicit and ANZ LitLovers has a family-friendly ’house style’:
This seems to be my month for meeting and reading a group of fictional anti-heroes. First cab/or book off the rank was Garry Disher’s Wyatt, the unloveable villain you can’t help loving. Now Wyatt did have a conscience of sorts. Admittedly, it was difficult to find it at times but rest assured, he was nice to ladies.
Next on the list came Henning Mankell’s Frederick Welin who had to search deep and hard to find out if he had a conscience. He wasn’t so nice to ladies although he did try, far too late in the picture, to change his attitude.
And, then, along came Bunny Munro. Bunny, with his uber-ego, is about as nasty an anti-hero as you could wish for. Bunny loves women, doesn’t he? Well, no. What this character loves is sex. With or without women. Bunny is not fussy. After all, he is a well and truly ‘do it yourself’ kind of guy.
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 his appetites. He closes his eyes and pictures a random v – , then sits on the edge of the hotel bed, and. In slow motion. Leans back against the quilted headboard.(p.3)
You don’t need me to tell you to guess where Bunny is going. Or, to put it another way, Where Nick Cave is taking his protagonist! Straight to the gutter. When Bunny thinks of random female ‘bits-and-pieces’, they invariably belong to Kylie Minogue or Avril Lavigne. Especially to Avril Lavigne. Bunny is one of those gifted men who can picture female ‘bits-and-pieces’ in everyday things. He also has the fastest recovery rate of any man alive!
Bunny Munro is a salesman and what he sells is a dream – beauty in a bottle – bottles of lotion, face cleansers and hand cream. And, of course, himself.
After his wife dies, Bunny decided to hit the road with his beauty products, his ’enthusiasm’ and his nine-year-old son Bunny Junior.
While Bunny Junior sits in the yellow Fiat Pinto reading his encyclopedia, Bunny services his customers and drifts from one disaster to another. Cracks are beginning to show in Bunny’s insouciance and sex-filled world.
He miscalculates his charms with Charlotte who breaks his nose for him. He misreads the situation with Georgia only to have her boyfriend come after him with a baseball bat. Bunny sadly overestimates his attractions. His smoking, cocaine snorting and carnal appetites are finally catching up with him.
But, and this is a large but, none of it is his fault. All the world is against Bunny – at least, all the male section of the world who ban him from McDonald’s and KFC for eyeing up, and feeling up, the little waitresses in the ladies loos. Not to forget his mother-in-law who refuses to look after Bunny Junior because he reminds her of Bunny. And when we meet Bunny Senior, Bunny’s father, we get a solid glimpse of why Bunny is the way he is and a certain inevitability that little Bunny Junior will follow in the footsteps of father and grandfather.
Nick Cave has created a set of characters who will linger with you long after you close this book and put it back on the shelf. His constant references to Kylie Minogue made me wonder if Cave was, given their previous relationship, ‘having a stab at Kylie’ but he redeems himself with ‘I would also like to thank Kylie Minogue and Avril Lavigne with love, respect and apologies‘. I don’t know if this apology justifies his using both ladies as some poor guy’s sexual fantasies. I can only assume the ladies in question answered that question for themselves.
Although the subject matter of this book, with its constant references to female anatomy and sex took this lady a little while to like, there is a much deeper subject beneath it all. That is, death, the death of a wife and a how a man who knows deep down he has done the wrong thing comes to terms with it. There is also a deep sadness in that Bunny seems to be a man who, for all his blustering uber ego, is actually a man with little self-confidence. It is, in many respects, all an act.
And then, just when you think you have captured the essence of this book, you begin to wonder just what you are reading. Is Bunny all that he seems? Or is it all a fantasy?
Author: Nick Cave
Title: The Death of Bunny Munro
Publisher: Text Publishing, 2010
Source: Review copy courtesy of Text Publishing.