Death of a Ladies Man
Bunny Munro is an ultra-lech. An alpha-lech. He lives out those fantasies of irresistibility and unaccountability that are harboured even in the dimmest of minds. It doesn’t matter that in every one of his debauched episodes, there’s already traces of depression, pangs of decline, a stud turning… Stringfellow. Bunny is obsessed with sex to the point it goes beyond sex and becomes something approaching the demented, the hallucinatory. He sees women as Hans Bellmer dolls or as disembodied floating genitalia. In one memorably depraved scene, he looks out upon women in a park on a summer’s day and instead sees a seething cornucopia of flesh. In another, “he thinks with a sudden terrible, bottomless dread, of Avril Lavigne’s vagina.”
Darran Anderson reviews Nick Cave‘s The Death of Bunny Munro.