The book is very British, from the vocabulary (boxroom, brogues,
quag, factotum, doorcase…) to the life of Winston Churchill, who British
readers will know that he died six months after this story takes place. While
the subject is universal, the book makes it specifically British.
Mr Chartwell, the personification of depression, is also a
ill-behaved dog, chewing on clothes and furnishings, tracking mud everywhere…
He cracked at the bone with the egg-sized molars at the rear of
his mouth…The bone crushed into fragments…Splinters scattered over the table
and cards, teeth grating.
A very British novel about two peoples’
struggles with depression without explicitly mentioning depression. I found the
talking, invisible dog confusing.
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