Nick Cave Press Reviews
'A modern-day parable, illuminated with raw lyricism, scraps of tenderness and dark phantasmagoria. Accessible, thrilling and gloriously impolite.'
Sunday Telegraph
'Put Cormac McCarthy, Franz Kafka and Benny Hill together in a Brighton seaside guesthouse and they might just come up with The Death of Bunny Munro. A compulsive read possessing all Nick Cave's trademark horror and humanity.'
Irvine Welsh
'Like one of Martin Amis's early characters, Bunny is an antihero of epic proportions.'
Observer
'Cocksman, Salesman, Deadman; Bunny Munro might not be Everyman, but every man ought to read this book. And read it half in stitches, half in tears.'
David Peace
'Cave makes you shudder and sob simultaneously...'
Guardian
'Pulses with demented musical energy. The reader is drawn along in Bunny's terrible wake, with Cave's writing style and pitch-black humour giving him an unsettling magnetism.'
Financial Times
'The Death of Bunny Munro is not just a wonderful read, it's also a heartbreaking one. Cave writes novels like he does lyrics, with strokes of blood and sulphur and lightning. He strikes at the mind and heart and is able to bring his readers to their knees.'
Neil LaBute
'Horrifying but terrific.'
Independent on Sunday
'In its own twisted way The Death of Bunny Munro is a plea for love in a world rancid with lust ... Bunny's bad boy charm makes it all too easy to go along for the ride'
Metro
'This sad, hilarious and filthy novel could do for men's base private thoughts what Sex and the City did for girl chat.'
Q Magazine
'The perfect literary expression of Cave's later style ... What truly elevates the novel is not Cave's thesis, but the smoothness of the prose and masterful combination of black comedy and sentiment'
Independent
'Told with verve, studded with scalding humour ... What lingers are the linguistic fireworks.' Observer
'You will blanch with horror, recoil with distress and then, most unexpectedly of all, feel some sort of twisted sympathy for his anarchistic antichrist of a hero.'
Irish Independent
'Cave's previous novel, And the Ass Saw the Angel, was a gothic fever-dream composed of swamp gas and scripture, presided over by the spirit of Faulkner and O'Connor. This second book, though, is more original.'
Herald
'Unflagging in its imaginative energy and mordant humour ... Cave makes you shudder and sob simultaneously.'
Guardian
'In the sense of narrative animation, and also in the sense of cultural significance, the book is a vital one, and is to be welcomed and celebrated'
Daily Telegraph
'Cave stands as one of the great writers on love of our era.'
Will Self
'There has got to be something seriously wrong with you for liking this character as much as you're going to.'
Los Angeles Times
'Having started at a pitch of depravity, Cave has a challenge on his hands to crank it up even further, finally reaching such paroxysms of onanistic frenzy that the pages all but explode.' Guardian
'Cave's second novel is everything you would hope for: wild, hallucinatory, redemptive and linguistically electrifying ... who else would dare to create a protagonist like Bunny Munro.'
Sunday Telegraph
'Powerful and intimate.'
News of the World
