Brilliantly wrought, incisive, and stirring, The Heirs tells the story of an upper-crust Manhattan family coming undone after the death of their patriarch. Six months after Rupert Falkes dies, leaving a grieving widow and five adult sons, an unknown woman sues his estate, claiming she had two sons by him. The Falkes brothers are pitched into turmoil, at once missing their father and feeling betrayed by him.
In disconcerting contrast, their mother, Eleanor, is cool and calm, showing preternatural composure. Eleanor and Rupert had made an admirable life together — Eleanor with her sly wit and generosity, Rupert with his ambition and English charm — and they were proud of their handsome, talented sons: Harry, a brash law professor; Will, a savvy Hollywood agent; Sam, an astute doctor and scientific researcher; Jack, a jazz trumpet prodigy; Tom, a public-spirited federal prosecutor.
The brothers see their identity and success as inextricably tied to family loyalty – a loyalty they always believed their father shared. Struggling to reclaim their identity, the brothers find Eleanor’s sympathy toward the woman and her sons confounding. Widowhood has let her cast off the rigid propriety of her stifling upbringing, and the brothers begin to question whether they knew either of their parents at all. (From Goodreads)
I had been seeing this book float around Goodreads and it had popped up on my Amazon as a book to purchase a few times. I went and read the description and it sounded like a book I could absolutely devour. So imagine how excited I was when it popped up on Blogging For Books as one of my choices to review!
The complexity of these brothers, and really the whole cast of characters made this book. It wasn’t a warm fluffy piece of literature. It shows you how dysfunctional families can be. And I can relate, because I’ve been married into a pretty dysfunctional family before. haha! But don’t tell them I said that. 😉
The writing in this book was very complex, and the depth that the Author added to these characters was perfect. There was a rather large amount of sons, and I equally loved, and hated them all. I could imagine the sting and the betrayal every single one of them felt due to their father. That would have been a hard pill to swallow.