This is a thought provoking and intelligent book based on an intriguing premise. Winston Churchill suffered from a state of gloom or depression which he referred to as his "black dog". What if this was a real, visible dog? What if it afflicted others in the same way? What if it could come for you...?
Esther Hammerhans is alone, two years after her husband Michael... Well I won't say: facts are hard won in this book and it's worth letting them tease themselves out. Anyway, Esther needs to let a room, which is how she meets Mr Chartwell. He needs somewhere to stay while he attends to a client who is, he reluctantly admits, Sir Winston Churchill. Esther, though surprised, treats him politely, even though Mr Chartwell is a large, black dog.
Esther's character is convincingly drawn here - polite and English, she doesn't want to ask how a dog can talk, or rent a room, or why nobody else can see him
Mr Chartwell himself is a contradiction. He is clearly malign (Hunt draws here, of course, on a deep well of folklore about the Black Dog):
"He watched her, sensing that a little seed of warmth had taken root and needed to be usurped."
Mr Chartwell - or Black Pat, as he asks to be called - is not passive, he has desires, he wants to manipulate, to control his "clients", bring to a certain frame of mind. But at the same time he is only acting on instructions (why? from whom? we never learn) which he cannot disobey. And his behaviour is convincingly doggish - as well as seeking to dominate, he seeks affection in a doggy way (causing chaos in the house). He is also flirtatious: there is - and this is genuinely unsettling - almost a vein of seduction here, conveyed very well and creepily. Mr C's purposes and methods become clear, though his origins and reasons remain obscure.
The book covers a short period of time, a few days leading up to Churchill's "retirement". It takes place on a small canvas, never far, of course, from the shadow of Churchill's momentous life, and it brings Esther to a choice. The relationship between Esther, her friends and Sir Winston is well described and engaging.
Overall, I was impressed by this book. It does have defects. In some respects, the story was rather set back (for me) by glitches in the language. For example, I'm not sure you can be "sick with apathy", and I have never heard of "Westminster Palace" - isn't it it always "The Palace of Westminster"? Also, the frequent references simply to "Churchill" grated rather. And the key interaction between Esther and Mr Chartwell doesn't always ring true. Yes, I know, the protagonists are a woman and a large talking dog, so a bit of licence is required... it's just that the conversations sometimes read as though the author knew she had to get them from A to B via C by the end of the chapter, and she was going to do it come what may, even at the cost of narrative sense.
However, this is a first book, and setting those quibbles aside, I really enjoyed it (how often can you say that of a novel about depression?) and would highly recommend it. I will look out for future work from Rebecca Hunt.