Bill Clegg, literary agent of note, writes in the NY Times on his own brushes with disaster and his recovery. His observations on our fascination with crisis and our disinterest in the aftermath or rebuilding are quite interesting:
No matter how spellbinding for the onlooker, instances of calamity are isolating experiences for those at the center. It looks crowded, but in fact it’s lonely. When fire engulfs the building, everyone stands back and watches. Even the owner must observe at a safe distance. Ambulances and firetrucks circle the mess, but only long enough to contain the demise. Then the circle breaks and everyone goes home.
The story of recovery is less visible. This may have something to do with traditions of anonymity in many recovery programs. It may also be the case that the story of ruin is just simply more captivating, especially if the fall is swift and from any height.
Maybe this is why a denouement is so short?