A sublimely elegant, fractured reckoning with the legacy and inheritance of suicide in one American family. This stunning elegy that vividly enacts Emily Dickinsonâs dictum to âtell it slant,â Sinkhole richly layers personal, familial, political, and environmental histories to provide not answers but essential, heartbreaking truth.
In 2009, Juliet Patterson was recovering from a serious car accident when she learned her father had died by suicide. His death was part of a disturbing pattern in her family. Her fatherâs father had taken his own life; so had her motherâs. Over the weeks and months that followed, grieving and in physical pain, Patterson kept returning to one question: Why? Why had her family lost so many men, so many fathers, and what lay beneath the silence that had taken hold?
In three graceful movements, Patterson explores these questions. In the winter of her fatherâs death, she struggles to make sense of the lossâsifting through the few belongings he left behind, looking to signs and symbols for meaning. As the spring thaw comes, she and her mother depart Minnesota for her fatherâs burial in her parentsâ hometown of Pittsburg, Kansas. A once-prosperous town of promise and of violence, against people and the land, Pittsburg is now literally undermined by abandoned claims and sinkholes. There, Patterson carefully gathers evidence and radically imagines the final days of the grandfathersâone a fiery pro-labor politician, the other a melancholy businessmanâshe never knew. And finally, she returns to her father: to the haunting subjects of goodbyes, of loss, and of how to break the cycle.