As much as I enjoyed the story, the setting and the writing in this book, Split Estate by Charlotte Bacon has me sworn off books on grief. Enough is enough already. I don’t think I can take the pain anymore. (Let’s see how long this resolution lasts!!)
This is a haunting story about a family’s reaction to the suicide death of Laura King. Laura jumps from her 20th floor New York City apartment, leaving her husband Arthur and two teenaged children, Cam and Celia, to deal with it. She left no note. Everyone thought she was doing pretty well.
Originally from Callendar, Wyoming, Arthur decides to move his family back home to his mom’s ranch to recover from the trauma. They drive across the country to Callendar, to Lucy’s diminished ranch. Once thousands of acres, finances have forced her to sell much of it off, though she’s resisted the pressure to sell mineral rights. (Actually, that’s where the title comes from. If I got this right, if ranchers sell their mineral rights, they own only the surface of the land. Hence a split estate. And, of course, the subsurface rights take precedence over surface rights. So miners can trash your ranch if they want.) Anyway, Wyoming’s difference and familiarity make Arthur feel the family could recover from this worst of blows.
Bacon gives each character a voice, so each one tells of their reaction to the suicide. Arthur gets a job in a law firm, keeps what he thinks is a close eye on his kids, and flirts with his boss’s wife. His mother Lucy, a retired teacher, makes everyone conform to her schedule but becomes a literary grafitti artist, spraying poetry on methane wells. Gorgeous Cam has a job as a handyman, and sleeps with the daughter of his boss. And shy Celia works in the kitchen at a dude ranch, and becomes friends with one of the wranglers. All of them are a mess, either not sleeping, not eating, or trembling, and none of them able to talk to each other about their grief. All this self-destruction makes for a low-grade tension that ignites at the climax. The ending totally sucks.
If you’re not tired of grief stories, this book is so beautifully written, you might want to try it. Bacon gets the voices just right. You’ll just love Lucy. And the rest of them, really. But the ending sucks.