While primarily a horror novel about a haunted house in a rundown small town neighbourhood, White Smoke also deals with inner demons and familial horrors to mixed results. There are some great ideas here -Tiffany Jackson has some important things to say about gentrification and the demonization of marginalized populations by the gentrifiers who claim to be bettering a community- but everything built around these big ideas is a bit of a haphazard mess. There are too many disparate threads that fail to come together, and the abrupt ending was a perplexing choice, given the slow build into a dizzyingly paced final act.
The book follows Marigold, a young woman battling a debilitating phobia of bedbugs, and rebuilding the trust of her family after overdosing and embarking on the painful road to recovery. She moves to the town of Cedarvile into a recently renovated old house with her mother, brother, step-father and step-sister for a much needed fresh start. However strange things start happening soon after they move in as belongings inexplicably move or disappear on their own, a foul odour wafts up from the basement, and ominous bumps in the night keep Marigold on edge. Is their house haunted, or is there some Scooby gang reveal just waiting to be uncovered?
In addition to the central supernatural mystery, the novel touches on televangelism, corporate corruption, addiction and the systemic racism of the American prison system. Needless to say, these are a lot of big themes, none of which are explored in a particularly fulsome or satisfactory way. Some of these big topics are touched on briefly, yet wind up playing a pivotal role in the book's big moments. I would have loved some more background on a couple central ideas to keep White Smoke focussed in scope rather than attempting to take on so much in a relatively short novel. I have read and loved other Jackson novels, but ultimately this one swings for the fences, but left me feeling underwhelmed.