{"id":8642,"date":"2008-11-29T20:39:11","date_gmt":"2008-11-30T01:39:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8642"},"modified":"2022-10-16T12:41:45","modified_gmt":"2022-10-16T16:41:45","slug":"happy-birthday-louisa-may-alcott-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8642","title":{"rendered":"Happy Birthday, Louisa May Alcott"},"content":{"rendered":"

“November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,” said Meg, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden.<\/p>\n

“That’s the reason I was born in it,” observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.<\/p>\n

— Little Women<\/i><\/a>\"\"<\/i>, by Louisa May Alcott<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Louisa May Alcott was born on this day, in 1832. (I just LOVE that picture of her above. The dress!!) This is perfect, because it was my birthday 2 days ago – and yesterday my whole family came over (aunts, uncles, cousins) and aunt Regina brought me a gift – two old old books (Eight Cousins<\/a>\"\"<\/i> and Rose in Bloom<\/i><\/a>\"\"<\/i>) – probably editions from the early 20th century – and they were given to my great-great grandmother by her aunt Sadie (we could tell this from the inscription in the front – in the perfect spidery script of the 19th century). Precious gifts! Regina found them in a box in her elf house and brought them down for me for my birthday. It took some deciphering to figure out who the ‘Regina Rogers’ was in the inscription. It couldn’t be my grandmother, could it? Nobody could remember an “Aunt Sadie” from that generation – so it had to be from the generation before. The generation that still spoke in brogues. Glorious!!<\/p>\n

To me, Little Women<\/i> is a perfect book (even with the whole Laurie debacle<\/a>, and the advent of the German professor which never works for me, to this day) – it is a book I go back to again and again and again – always seeing something new in it, always finding new levels. The characters seem to grow up with me. When I first read it, when I was 10 years old, I was ALL ABOUT JO. And my love affair with Jo continues to this day. She is one of my favorite female characters ever written (it’s a tie between Jo March and Harriet the Spy<\/a>). Jo LIVES. No one can convince me that she is just a fictional character. Nope. You cannot do it.<\/p>\n


\nBut as I have grown up, and as I have continuously gone back to the book – the other sisters have come to the foreground – I see myself in all of them. Parts of me are like Amy, parts of me are like Meg, and I would like to think that parts of me are like Beth. But honestly: Jo is the one. Jo is the one I most relate to. She’s the artist. The tomboy. The independent wild spirit. The one who is afraid to make the wrong choice. The one who sticks to her guns.<\/p>\n

I still am not really reconciled to the fact that she and Laurie did not end up together – HOWEVER, I can see Jo’s point. They were like brother and sister. But … but … but … couldn’t that have segued into a love thing? The intimacy they have together, the comfort?<\/p>\n

When I was a kid, I HATED the professor. With his stupid German accent, and his goofy poetry as he wooed Jo. I resented the fact that he wasn’t Laurie. I loved Laurie.<\/p>\n

Now I know that Louisa May Alcott was forced by her publishers to marry Jo off. She wanted her to stay single. And if you really think about it, THAT would be much more logical – it makes much more sense that Jo, even with all her passion, and her ability to understand men (in a way that Meg, the one with all the love affairs, doesn’t) – would choose to spend her life alone. She would marry her writing. In that day and age, those were the choices. It was the choice Louisa May Alcott herself made. She could not submit to the demands of wifehood and motherhood – it would infringe on her writing. She knew it, even when she was 15 years old, and wrote in her journal:<\/p>\n

“I will do something by and by. Don’t care what, teach, sew, act, write, anything to help the family; and I’ll be rich and famous and happy before I die, see if I won’t!”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Alcott grew up in Concord, one of 4 girls, and part of what we would now call an activist family. They were abolitinists. Social reformers. Her mother was a social worker. Her father was an educational philosopher (more on this extraordinary and, frankly, bizarre man here<\/a>), and had a belief in communal living (Louisa May Alcott wrote some funny pieces about these experiments of her father’s, and having to submit to them as a young girl.) Her father (Amos Bronson Alcott – also born on this day) was buddies with Emerson, and part of the Transcendentalist movement. At the time, her father’s views on teaching were very controversial: He actually believed that students should enjoy learning. Heaven forbid! He thought that students should be actively involved in their own education, and not just sit back and be passive little drones. Her father thought it was very important to have a beautiful classroom – not just desks and a chalkboard. He poured his heart (and finances) into a school – which ran for a couple of years – but then went under, putting the family at financial risk. Louisa May Alcott eventually, many years later, would be pretty much the sole supporter of her parents. She made a ton of money DURING her lifetime, which is quite rare. Her parents just weren’t the money-making types – obviously. As a young teenager Louisa May Alcott had a passionate girlish love of Emerson – a crush, if you will. His intellect, his library that she was allowed to use, whatever … She adored him.<\/p>\n

In 1862, Alcott (as always, determined to make a living – and to contribute financially to her family) traveled to Washington DC as a Civil War nurse. By this point, Alcott had already started getting stuff published – poems, short stories in the Gothic melodramatic vein … She actually preferred Gothic melodramas to the kinds of books that later would make her name. (She despised Little Women<\/i> and found the writing of it extremely tedious.) Her experience as a nurse in the Civil War prompted her to publish a book called Hospital Sketches<\/a>\"\"<\/i>. At that point, her publisher asked her if she would write a book “for girls”. Never one to back off from a challenge, Louisa May Alcott sat down and wrote Little Women<\/i> in two months. She had grown up with 3 sisters – and she put her entire childhood and life into that book, even as she hated doing it, and didn’t think the book would amount to much.<\/p>\n

Little Women<\/i> was published in 1868 and was an immediate rip-roaring success. The publisher, within only a couple of weeks of its publication, begged Alcott to get to work on a sequel. So Alcott did. Another smash success. Louisa May Alcott had become a star.<\/p>\n

Every book she wrote after that was eagerly awaited for by a breathless loving public. Success had, indeed, come – her childish ambitions to be ‘rich and famous’ came to fruition tenfold … but ‘happy’? Was she happy?<\/p>\n

She never married. She ended up taking care of her sister May’s daughter – after May died from complications in childbirth. Being a surrogate mother to this young girl was one of the most fulfilling experiences of Alcott’s life. She kept writing, kept publishing … although she began to get more and more ill from mercury poisoning she had received years earlier during the Civil War (she had, like many other Civil War nurses, contracted typhoid fever – and at the time, the proscribed cure was something called “calomel” – a drug laden with mercury).<\/p>\n

Near the end of her life, Alcott became active in the suffragette movement. Her father (an extraordinary man in his own right) had always been a feminist himself:<\/p>\n

His passion was to see that his four daughters were educated, well-rounded, and part of the intellectual community he lived in. (Some heavy-hitters there – Emerson, Thoreau, etc.) Louisa’s father kept detailed diaries during the raising of his 4 girls, chronicling everything about each one of them. His whole thing was early education – the importance of the first couple of years – and again, you don’t ever get the sense that he thought this was only good for BOYS. On the contrary. Here’s a snippet of a letter Louisa’s father wrote to Elizabeth Cady Stanton in 1869, which gives you some idea of who this man was:<\/p>\n

Woman is helping herself to secure her place in a better spirit and manner than any we [men] can suggest or devise, it becomes us to take, rather than proffer Consels, readily waiting to learn her wishes and aims, as she has so long, and so patiently deferred to us.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In 1879, Louisa May Alcott was the first woman to register to vote in Concord – for the school committee election. Pretty awesome, huh?<\/p>\n

Her beloved father passed away on March 4, 1888. Louisa May Alcott died two days later.<\/p>\n

An extraordinary woman.<\/p>\n

She didn’t care for the book that made her name … and probably wished that her legacy was different … but that’s okay. It is not for the artist to decide what the audience will react to, what the reader will respond to. She created something with Little Women<\/i> that transcends the ages, that pierces through the centuries. It is a classic book. And perhaps it’s fitting, in a way, that she wrote it for hire, pretty much – it was not her idea, and yet – look at what she was able to create. Look at what she was able to bring out!!<\/p>\n

Those 4 girls are immortal.<\/p>\n

When I was 16 years old, one of the assignments we had in our Drama class was to do a one-person show – maybe 15, 20 minutes long – based on either a real person from history, or a fictional character – and we had to come into the class as that character, and do a monologue – based on our research – and then take questions from the class – in character. I still remember my core group of friends and their projects: Beth came in as Mae West. She was incredible. She had on a blowsy blonde wig, and wore a tight sparkley dress – and I still remember the shock when Beth started telling us all about birth control options – because Mae West was an early champion of birth control for women. It was awesome. Beth was fearless. Betsy did Paddington Bear (although she has no memory of this! But I SWEAR it is true!!) (and I still remember how one of the questions for Betsy was: “Why don’t you eat some of your marmalade?” and Betsy – who despises marmalade – had to dip her hand into the jar, take out a big scoop of it, and eat it – pretending she liked it. Now that’s dedication to the acting craft!). Michele did Marilyn Monroe. Unbelievable. Michele was an amazing actress, a natural. She got the sadness beneath the blonde glamour of Marilyn.<\/p>\n

And I did Louisa May Alcott.<\/p>\n

One of my first forays into the one-person show format … I did hours and hours and hours of research for a mere 20 minute piece – because I had no idea what questions people would ask, and I had to be ready for anything!<\/p>\n

It was great, because I had known nothing about her before that. I had just read Little Women<\/i> and we had also visited her house in Concord on a family trip (a great thing to do if you are in the area). Orchard House:<\/p>\n

Once I learned all this stuff about her, my admiration for her grew. I loved that our birthdays were almost the same. She was a Sagittarius too.<\/p>\n

Little Women<\/i>. Here’s the excerpt I posted from it<\/a> – an excerpt that still, after so many times reading it, brings a lump to my throat.<\/p>\n

I don’t know if I would call Little Women<\/i> a great<\/i> book – but I would say that it is something much better than “great”: it is beloved<\/i>. And that is a rare and precious thing.<\/p>\n

Happy birthday, Louisa May!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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