How can someone reconcile with their father decades after his death? The book I’m working on Tracking the Human: nobody is a long time is fiction based on events in the life of my father W. Lon Hutchison. The only clues I have about his life are documented intersections with the United States legal system. I have followed these clues to come closer to someone I never knew, although I lived with him for 18 years.
When my father died in 1971 in Kansas City, I learned about his death six months later.
I was camping on a beach in Northern California when a friend came running down the hill to our tent. We just received a message from your mother. Your father has died.
My father was an impossible being, a man without a past, without a family, who sprang full grown into Christian Science as a successful businessman. That’s how he presented himself to the world.
He was formidable, tough and unforgiving. No one crossed him. If they did, he never ever forgave them. I felt suffocated by Christian Science, the religion of my father and his constant push to make money.
Unless I accepted his worldview, I was out. So at age twenty, I was cast out of the family by my father.
Why fiction? Because a different truth lies in stories where point of view is acknowledged – where readers can draw their own conclusions and think about what happened or might have happened.
Do you think fiction can reveal truths?
Do you think fiction can reveal more than non-fiction?