Twenty years after the publication of his first novel, And the Ass Saw the Angel, Nick Cave brings us the final days of Bunny Munro, a salesman in search of a soul. Set adrift by his wife’s suicide and struggling to keep some sort of grasp on reality, Bunny Munro drives off in his yellow Fiat Punto, Bunny Jr. in tow. To his son, waiting patiently in the car while he peddles beauty wares and quickies to lonely housewives in the south of England, Bunny is a hero, larger than life. But Bunny himself seems only to have a dim awareness of his son’s existence, viewing his needs as a distraction from his own relentless pursuit of sex, alcohol and drugs. When his bizarre road trip shades into a final reckoning, and when England’s small towns seem to become stopping points in a strange, mythical landscape, Bunny realizes that the remnants of his world -- decrepit fathers, vengeful ghosts, jealous husbands and horned psycho-killers -- lurk in the shadows, waiting to exact their toll. At turns dark and humane -- and with all the mystery and enigma fans will recognize as Cave’s singular vision -- The Death of Bunny Munro questions the nature of sin and redemption, and lays bare the imprints that fathers leave on their sons.