I first encountered Little Women when I was seven or eight; I distinctly remember opening it on a cold December day and bemoaning the fact that I had to stop reading it when our family friends came round for lunch, simply because I could not tear myself away. Whilst I so enjoyed my first encounter with the March sisters, for some reason I had not picked up the novel since. I decided to add it to my Classics Club list merely because I felt that a re-read was long overdue.
I am sure that Little Women has been a part of the childhoods of many, but I will recap the main details of the story for those who have perhaps not come across it before, or are yet to read the novel. The four March sisters – Jo, Meg, Beth and Amy – all in their formative years, begin their tale by lamenting over having to forfeit their usual Christmas presents due to it being ‘a hard winter for everyone’. Their mother tells them that she thinks ‘we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army’. The novel is set against the backdrop of the American Civil War, which adds a relatively dark and ever-present edge to the whole. Their father – a hero of sorts – is fighting in the conflict, and it is his reference to his daughters as ‘little women’ that gives the novel its title.
I found myself automatically endeared to bookish Jo and young Amy, whose initial slips in vocabulary were rather adorable. Jo is headstrong and very determined about those things which matter to her: ‘I’m not [a young lady]! And if turning up my hair makes me one, I’ll wear it in two tails till I’m twenty… I hate to think I’ve got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China Aster! It’s bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boys’ games and work and manners! I can’t get over my disappointment in not being a boy!’ The dynamic between the sisters is so well crafted; there are squabbles and rivalries from time to time, but an overriding sense of love – even adoration for one another – cushions the whole.
Alcott sets the scene immediately; in just the first few pages, we find out that the Marches are relatively poor, and the detailed jobs which the girls have had to take on to aid their mother in the running of the household and the monetary needs of the family. Her descriptions are lovely: ‘A quick, bright smile went round like a streak of sunshine’. She is very perceptive of her characters, the girls particularly; whilst they are part of the same unit, each separate protagonist is so distinctive due to the varied character traits which prevail in their personas. Meg is sensible, Jo concerned about maintaining a tough outer image, Beth kindly and sensitive, and Amy aware of what she believes is her own importance in the world. Their mother, whom they affectionately call Marmee, too, is well crafted, and the initial description which Alcott gives of her is darling: ‘a tall, motherly lady with a “can I help you” look about her which was truly delightful. She was not elegantly dressed, but a noble-looking woman, and the girls thought the gray cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most splendid mother in the world’.
I really like the way in which Little Women begins around Christmastime; parts of it made for a wonderful and cosy festive read. The novel is incredibly well written, and the dialogue throughout has been well constructed. The conversations which the characters have – particularly those which take place between the sisters – are believable, and all daily mundanity has been left out for the mostpart.
Little Women is an absolute delight to read – it is endearing, sweet, amusing and engaging, and the storyline holds interest throughout. A lot can be learnt from this novel; the girls may not have all that much by way of possessions or money, but they always make the best of their lot, and know how to appreciate everything about them. Through her characters especially, Alcott is rather wise at times. I personally preferred the girls far more when they were younger; they were still interesting constructs as adults, but they were nowhere near as endearing, and for that reason alone, the novel receives a four star rating from me.