A hilariously wicked read, from beginning to end.
I was expecting a typical Southern Gothic storyline in which three siblings—Aimee Trapnell and her two brothers, Trainor and Marsh—vie for the billions their cantankerous ninety-year-old father, Blanton, would be leaving them in the near future. Perhaps first vying to win his favor over the others, then, I imagined, bumping each other off. While one such murder does occur (to a much older half-sister and a very minor character), the plot takes a sudden unexpected left and leads the three surviving siblings (and us) on a quest halfway around the world and back in search of a stolen artifact which is said to possess the power to end the world.
Although this is Ms. Hand’s debut novel, she delivers this highly original and unlikely tale with straight-faced irony and the skill and confidence of a seasoned author. Many of the passages had me actually laughing out loud—and that’s really saying something. Here’s an example:
“Hillman was nearly as old as his employer. He resembled a Galápagos tortoise, with his heavy-lidded eyes and shriveled little head atop a long, wrinkled neck the color and texture of a walnut. He regarded the three Trapnell siblings with puzzlement, as if unsure of who they were. Then something seemed to click inside his ancient brain
‘Mr. Blanton wants y’all in his study,’ he said, slowly nodding his head in confirmation. ‘Right now,’ he added, more forcefully. ‘He says he wants to see y’all right now, so I come to get y’all and tell y’all he wants to see y’all right now!’ The last two words were barked out in an eerily accurate imitation of Blanton’s voice. Then he launched into a fit of deep, bronchial coughing.”
I highly recommend White Oaks to lovers of morbid mysteries, unpredictable plot twists, and dark humor.