The Death of Bunny Munro
My 2016 drawing of Nick Cave, mocked-up for the cover of his 2009 novel The Death of Bunny Munro. I read it at the time it was first published, and didn’t not really like it. I could see that Bunny Munro was intended to be a homage of sorts to John Updike’s Rabbit Angstrom, but he’s Rabbit with the volume turned up to 11 and, as a result, the relentless sexual insanity on display was like standing in front of the speaker at a pub rock gig. You just get pummelled into exhaustion by it, and make excuses to go home before the last bus. I suspect the Nick Cave of 2020, judging by the tenor of his writing in the Red Hand Files, would not dream of writing a book like this now, so I accept that this was just something he had to get out of his system.