Suicide runs in families, but Sylvia Plath’s son Nicholas Hughes had apparently made a successful life for himself outside the glare of his mother’s myth. Now, suffering from depression, he has committed suicide. A specialist in river ecology and fish, he was a respected biologist in Alaska. “On a memorial page . . . Lauren Tuori wrote of Mr. Hughes, recalling how he would often ‘seek out a larch tree in a forest of spruce’.” [More commentary here.]
I found this sad and disturbing, too. That poor man.