Little Women, one of the best classic books, has always been my favorite. The storyline to the short poems and the life of the 4 sisters makes me want to cry. The author of this book Louisa May Alcott has survived a life of a lot of ups and downs. The fortune and the achievement of the writer are not at all hidden, unlike others. But the life of Louisa May Alcott is still unknown to a lot of people.
Louisa Alcott is well known for her paper and is one of the memorable American novelists, short story authors, and poetry. Some of her popular books are Little Women, Little Men and Jo’s boy. She was born on November 29 1823 in the Alcott family. The financial ailment of her family was not good which made her work at an exceedingly earlier age to support her family. She started inscribing to make money and had published several of her write-ups under the pen name of A.M Barnaba. Her writing was adored and enjoyed by a lot of people.
In the very beginning, Alcott jotted down a lot of thriller and murder fictions for the adults and the teen.
The Little Women novel published in 1868 was said to be drawing Alcott's own childhood experience that she had with her sisters. Being a feminist she never tied the knot in her life and resided along with her mastery of writing. As an adult Alcott laboured as a nurse in the hospitals to earn and to serve the people who were in great turmoil due to the Civil War. While working for others she was infected by typhoid but regained and was back to writing. At this point, Scott decided to write her first book which was named Hospital Sketches. This book mostly criticizes the mismanagement of the hospital as well as the condition of the people there. Later between 1863 to 1872, she wrote almost 32 thriller stories for popular magazines such as the Flag of our Union anonymously. After her trip to Europe Alcott became the editor of the magazine Merry's Museum. Here she met Thomas Nile, the person who urged her to write about the girls and their life.
Louisa May Alcott was determined to stay single for her whole life. In many of her interviews, she has been speaking about how she was more interested in girls rather than boys. Regardless, her little romance story while her visit to Europe was narrated in one of her journals which were furthermore erased by Alcott before her death. The Ladisals man she met in Europe characterized the personality of Lauries in her novel. Almost every character in the book Little Women was correlated with people that Alcott had in her life.
Louisa May Alcott died due to a stroke at the age of 55 in Boston on March 6, 1888. House of Alcott also known as the Orchard House where the book Little Women was written has been kept as a museum that is open to the public as well. Louisa May Alcott has always challenged the thought of society against women which is exhibited in her papers as well.
POEMS FROM LITTLE WOMEN'S BOOK
Sitting patient in the shadow
Till the blessed light shall come,
A serene and saintly presence
Sanctifies our troubled home.
Earthly joys and hopes and sorrows
Break like ripples on the strand
Of the deep and solemn river
Where her willing feet now stand.
O my sister, passing from me,
Out of human care and strife,
Leave me, as a gift, those virtues
Which has beautified your life.
Dear, bequeath me that great patience
Which has the power to sustain
A cheerful, uncomplaining spirit
In its prison-house of pain.
Give me, for I need it sorely,
Of that courage, wise and sweet,
Which has made the path of duty
Green beneath your willing feet.
Give me that unselfish nature,
That with charity divine
Can pardon wrong for love’s dear sake –
Meek heart, forgive me mine!
Thus our parting daily loseth
Something of its bitter pain,
And while learning this hard lesson,
My great loss becomes my gain.
For the touch of grief will render
My wild nature more serene,
Give to life new aspirations,
A new trust in the unseen.
Henceforth, safe across the river,
I shall see forevermore
A beloved, household spirit
Waiting for me on the shore.
Hope and faith, born of my sorrow,
Guardian angels shall become,
And the sister went before me
By their hands shall lead me home.
