The concept of family conflict has fueled some of the most devastating novels, ones where the tension is so internalized it feels like you're witnessing an autopsy. I tend to gravitate towards stories where the drama is less about shouting matches and more about the silent, corrosive lies that bind people. Claire Keegan's 'Small Things Like These' is a recent, stunning example. It’s a novella, but the conflict is monumental—a man discovering his community's, and by extension his family's, complicity in a horrific system. The family tension isn't front and center in every scene, but it permeates everything, this quiet question of whether to rock the boat of your own domestic peace for a greater moral good.
For a more sprawling, multi-generational approach, I’d point to 'Pachinko' by Min Jin Lee. It follows a Korean family through decades in Japan, and the central conflict is external societal prejudice, but it fractures the family internally in so many ways—between generations, between those who want to assimilate and those who cling to heritage, between siblings making vastly different choices. It’s less about a single explosive argument and more about the slow, grinding pressure of history on a bloodline. The drama is in the accumulated weight of small sacrifices and enduring shame.
A completely different, more gothic angle is Shirley Jackson's 'We Have Always Lived in the Castle'. The family conflict here is essentially the entire plot, but it’s so twisted and wrapped in folklore and suspicion that it becomes something else. You’re locked in a house with the remnants of a poisoned family, and the intensity comes from not knowing who to trust, even within that tiny, broken unit. It’s a masterclass in using an unreliable narrator to explore how families can build their own terrifying realities.