Bunny Munro is a salesman, going from door to door to sell beauty products, creams, balms and lotions. But Bunny Munro has an obsession: sex. Each encounter with a woman, whether she is a middle-aged client, a young fast-food attendant, or even a police officer wearing the full outfit of her profession, sexual drives his wild imagination and makes him believe that everything is possible (which is often the case though).
The sudden death of his wife will push him beyond his limits through an epic road trip around Brighton, his son Bunny Junior in the passenger seat, and the verge of his crazyness will be trespassed over and over, while he'll try to teach his son the ropes of the trade, as his father taught him when he was his age.
The police officer stops talking into her radio transmitter and there is a squelch of static. Bunny clocks the weighty, hardcore accoutrement - handcuffs, truncheon, mace - hanging from her belt, and also her torpedo-like breasts and, despite his grim disposition, he experiences a kind of alchemical transmutation in his leopard-skin briefs where a mild-mannered mouse morphs into a super-powered hard-on from Krypton and he wonders, obscurely, if society would not be better served if they kept this particular officer away from the general public - like a desk job in a place where it was freezing cold all the time or something.
The death of Bunny Munro (Canongate editions, 2009, 304 pages), is written by Nick Cave, Australian writer born in Victoria in 1957, and also the lead singer of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
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