Getting into a Nick Cave book is like immersing your brain into a solution of the finest gin and then setting it alight then dancing around the flames and fireworks. Is that a good thing? I shall let you make up your own mind.
I am currently lapping this up:
His brilliance for me lies in his hazy slicing prose and tender observations. He can touch on the suggestions of humanness without degrading them into negations. No contrived word salad nonsense here.
Fucked-up. Slightly psycho. Beautiful.
I would also recommend his debut literary offering And The Ass Saw The Angel: