As I had my final exam last Friday, the first thing I did when I now finally had some time to read something non-curriculum was to read Nick Caves newest work of literary genius The Death of Bunny Munro. I read the whole beautiful book in one sitting, granted it is not the longest book in the world, but it has been a while since I have read such a captivating book. The story of a a man loosing his wife to suicide and having to take care of his nine year old son whilst fighting his non-exciting parenting skills and an ever growing addiction is both horrifying and beautiful. Cave uses humorous writing to lift the horrendous acts of parental neglect and sexual deviancy to a readable level and I LOVE IT! It hurt to live the perspective of that poor boy, which is truly what you find yourself doing; and as I sat there reading the perspective of Bunny spiralling through his addiction and towards his death I morphed into the stereotype of a african-american lady in the cinema screaming "DON'T GO IN THERE!" at the screen. READ IT DAMN YOU!
I truly think I could write about it for hours, but I also realize you should read it yourself and not listen to my incessant book-stroking sooooooooHare Krishna
Siren
Innlegg
