Some people shouldn't have kids. Or gas stoves...

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Son of Sylvia Plath Commits Suicide

By ANAHAD O'CONNOR
Published: March 23, 2009

Nicholas Hughes, the son of Sylvia Plath and the British Poet Laureate Ted Hughes, killed himself at his home in Alaska, nearly a half-century after his mother and stepmother took their own lives, according to a statement from his sister.

Mr. Hughes, 47, was an evolutionary biologist who studied stream fish and spent much of his time trekking across Alaska on field studies. Shielded from stories about his mother's suicide until he was a teenager, Mr. Hughes had lived an academic life largely outside the public eye. But friends and family said he had long struggled with depression.

Last Monday, he hanged himself at his home in Alaska, his sister, Frieda Hughes, said over the weekend.

"It is with profound sorrow that I must announce the death of my brother, Nicholas Hughes, who died by his own hand on Monday 16th March 2009 at his home in Alaska," she said in a statement to the Times of London. "He had been battling depression for some time."

Mr. Hughes's early life was darkened by shadows of depression and suicide. Ms. Plath explored the themes in her 1963 novel "The Bell Jar," which follows an ambitious college student who tries to kill herself after suffering a nervous breakdown while interning at a New York City magazine. The novel reflected Ms. Plath's own experiences, including her early struggles with depression and her attempt at suicide while working at Mademoiselle in New York as a college student.

After a stay at a mental institution, Ms. Plath went on to study poetry at Cambridge University, where she met Ted Hughes, who was on his way to world fame as a poet. The two were married in 1956, and had two children -- Nicholas and Frieda -- but separated in 1962 after Mr. Hughes began an affair with another woman, Assia Wevill. Ms. Plath killed herself at the age of 30 by sticking her head in an oven in her London home on Feb. 11, 1963, as Nicholas and Frieda slept nearby.

Six years later, Ms. Wevill, who had helped raise Nicholas and Frieda after Ms. Plath's death, killed herself and her 4-year-old daughter, Shura. Ms. Wevill styled the murder-suicide in the same manner, using a gas stove.

Mr. Hughes, who became Poet Laureate in 1984 and was widely regarded as one of the greatest poets of his generation, resisted speaking openly about the deaths for many years. But in his last poetic work, "Birthday Letters," published in 1998, he finally broke his silence and explored the theme. He died the same year, as the book -- in some ways considered a quest for redemption -- was climbing best-seller lists.

Mr. Hughes was said to have protected his children from details about their mother's suicide for many years. But in at least one poem he seemed to indicate that Nicholas, who was only 1 at the time of her death, was pained even as a small child, recalling in one stanza how Nicholas's eyes "Became wet jewels/ The hardest substance of the purest pain/ As I fed him in his high white chair."

Nicholas had a passion for wildlife, particularly fish. As a young adult he studied at the University of Oxford, where he obtained a bachelor of science degree in 1984 and a master of arts degree in 1990. Afterward, he traveled to the United States, earning a doctoral degree from the University of Alaska Fairbanks, where he became an assistant professor at the School of Fisheries and Ocean Science. According to the University, Mr. Hughes was an expert in "stream salmonid ecology" and carried out his research in Alaska and New Zealand. He resigned from the faculty in 2006 but continued his research, the school said.

One graduate student there, Lauren Tuori, recalled a peculiar habit of Mr. Hughes's, saying he would often "seek out a larch tree in a forest of spruce."

She added, "Alaska could use more biologists like Nick who still display wonder at the small things around them."


http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/24/bo...h.html?_r=1&hp
  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    I'm glad I'm not a relative.....family seems to have a skewed gene somewhere.
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    Sal
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  • Profile picture of the author Star69
    Yeah, ya think?
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  • Profile picture of the author valerieSONORA
    I don't know who these ppl are, but it seems that most ppl who come in contact with that man end up killing themselves. Imagine having 2 wives and they both kill themselves. And now his son. It's not all genetic cause his 2nd wife killed herself and her own child. Wonder why?
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  • Profile picture of the author Star69
    It must be something that rubs off on people...



    Suicide Is Painless (Theme song of 'M.A.S.H.')
    by Johnny Mandel

    Through early morning fog I see
    visions of the things to be
    the pains that are withheld for me
    I realize and I can see...

    that suicide is painless.
    It brings on many changes
    and I can take or leave it if I please.


    I try to find a way to make
    all our little joys relate
    without that ever-present hate
    but now I know that it's too late.

    And suicide is painless.
    It brings on many changes
    and I can take or leave it if I please.


    The game of life is hard to play
    I'm gonna lose it anyway
    The losing card I'll someday lay
    So this is all I have to say.

    Suicide is painless.
    It brings on many changes
    and I can take or leave it if I please.


    The only way to win is cheat
    And lay it down before I'm beat
    and to another give my seat
    for that's the only painless feat.

    Cause suicide is painless.
    It brings on many changes
    and I can take or leave it if I please.


    The sword of time will pierce our skins
    It doesn't hurt when it begins
    But as it works its way on in
    The pain grows stronger...watch it grin...

    But suicide is painless.
    It brings on many changes
    and I can take or leave it if I please.


    A brave man once requested me
    to answer questions that are key
    is it to be or not to be
    and I replied 'oh why ask me?'

    'Cause suicide is painless
    it brings on many changes
    and I can take or leave it if I please.

    ...and you can do the same thing if you please.
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