The Plumb siblings have all been relying on the large sum of money they’re scheduled to receive from a joint trust fund within the next year. That is, until Leo, their reckless older brother, messes it all up. Now they’re each stuck having to face the harsh reality: that they’ve built their lives around the expectation of this money, and now they may never actually see it — unless, of course, they can convince Leo (known for his selfishness) to pay them what he owes them.
Focusing on each of the Plumb siblings, as well as the people close to them, this sprawling dysfunctional family drama is nothing we haven’t seen before. It’s certainly very readable and its characters are well-developed, but it lacks the profound social commentary of Franzen, the endlessly amusing wit of Tropper, the provocative subversiveness of Homes.
As is often the case in these novels, Sweeney uses deus ex machina plot devices to help her characters find redemption, though I was pleased to find that it didn’t have that neatly resolved “happy ending” that I always subconsciously dread.
It’s an engaging, emotionally satisfying novel that many readers will enjoy, but it likely won’t linger with me long after.