Cannonball Read IV: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Some people might read Little Women and think to themselves that it's outdated, old-fashioned, and out of touch. I mean, the book is basically a morality play about how to be a good, little woman and support the men, and learn how to be a real lady with manners and tact.
I enjoyed every word of it.
Maybe that makes me old-fashioned and backwards and an enemy of feminism, but I don't care. Little Women is a sweet book about growing up and learning the ropes of life and dealing with tragedy and just loving the people around you.
Alcott used her own family as the inspiration for the characters in her books. You can see just how close she was to everyone in her family, but especially to her sisters and mother. Some people today might think that the way Alcott glorifies women in the roles of homemakers and wives and mothers is downright primeval, but I found it sweet. We've lost a little something in today's culture with our constant pursuit of MORE. Look, I'm thankful to have the right to vote and work in corporate America and crack jokes in the presence of men, but I'm also a little sad that there's so much pressure to do those things to the exclusion of making our homes pleasant and welcoming places and staying home with our kids and enjoying books like Little Women.
I'm not ashamed to say that I found the close relationship between the March sisters profoundly touching (esp. in light of the fact that my sister just got married, and although we both want to stay as close as ever, things are bound to change and will never be the same again). I'm not ashamed to say that I cried many tears through the course of the book (although I am a little embarrassed that most of those tears cropped up at the most inopportune times, like on the elliptical machine at the gym and whilst working the exit door at the Hurley Warehouse sale -- *sob* "Thanks for coming." *sniffle* "Bye, now." *watery smile* "Come back soon"). I'm not ashamed to say that the romantic bits thrilled my chaste, little heart.
I loved that the March sisters occasionally bicker, but learn to forgive each other quickly. I love the lack of teenage angst. One of the things I dislike most about YA books these days is the heavy cloud of angst that obscures everything. No wonder kids are so sullen these days. Everything they're reading (or watching on TV) is encouraging them to indulge in their angst, to become brooding and introspective and consumed with thoughts of themselves and their own problems. THOSE ARE ALL FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS, YOU BUNCH OF BABIES.
You think the March sisters didn't have problems? Their dad was risking his life in the Civil War, they were poor and nigh-on starving, and they lived in freezing-cold Massachusetts and had maybe TWO dresses each in their entire wardrobes. But instead of moping about and whining about how their troubles affect THEM, they try to make the best of it, and try to be cheerful for each others' sakes. And they also find satisfaction in helping others wherever they can. Now, I know that this isn't an antidote for everything, but it's still better than whining.
Maybe others think that Little Women is antiquated, but I love it. I love its simple depiction of friendship, love, and family, and of many of the values idealized in it.
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(Header image: "Jo Seated on the Old Sofa" by Norman Rockwell.)