{"id":240045,"date":"2023-08-14T12:00:14","date_gmt":"2023-08-14T11:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=240045"},"modified":"2023-07-24T03:56:32","modified_gmt":"2023-07-24T02:56:32","slug":"little-women-author-louisa-may-alcott-on-the-creative-rewards-of-being-single","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2023\/08\/little-women-author-louisa-may-alcott-on-the-creative-rewards-of-being-single\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cLittle Women\u201d Author Louisa May Alcott on the Creative Rewards of Being Single"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u201cLiberty is a better husband than love.\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u201cDid she ever have a love affair? We never knew; yet how could a nature so imaginative, romantic and passionate escape it?\u201d wondered Julian Hawthorne<\/a> about his childhood friend Louisa May Alcott<\/strong> (November 29, 1832\u2013March 6, 1888).<\/p>\n

When the first part of Little Women<\/em> was published in 1868 to a wildly enthusiastic reception and the fate of her heroine became the subject of public opinion, Louisa railed against the pressure for conformity to convention:<\/p>\n

Publishers won\u2019t let authors finish up as they like but insist on having people married off in a wholesale manner which much afflicts me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Defiantly, she vowed:<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t marry Jo to Laurie to please any one.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

It was a refusal rooted in her own experience.<\/p>\n

\"\"
Louisa May Alcott, age 20<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Having grown up as a tomboy, having picked up the pen as her instrument of self-possession while still a child, Louisa felt that she had been \u201cborn with a boy\u2019s nature,\u201d that she lived her life \u201cwith a boy\u2019s spirit\u201d and faced her challenges with \u201ca boy\u2019s wrath.\u201d Perhaps we can take the ahistorical liberty and consider her trans<\/a> \u2014 who knows: no one can speak for anyone else, nor can any present apply its hard-earned standards to an unrecognizably different past. Or perhaps, as was often the case for talented and driven women in those differently gendered times (including for Emily Dickinson<\/a>), the invocation of maleness was an invocation of a cultural identity rather than a personal one, of the freedoms only available to men at a time when women could not vote, had no access to higher education, and the vast majority of published authors were male \u2014 an expression of Louisa\u2019s free spirit and her absolute devotion to writing.<\/p>\n

One thing is clear from Louisa May Alcott\u2019s surviving letters: Her great love affair was literature. She wrote rigorously, passionately, often falling under spells of mania inherited from her father<\/a>, refusing to eat or sleep for days on end while working on a story or a novel.<\/p>\n

I am so full of my work I can\u2019t stop to eat or sleep, or for anything but a daily run.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Despite her singleminded focus, Louisa was not without suitors, but they failed to compete with her calling. She dismissed one as \u201ctoo blew\u201d and \u201ctoo prewdent\u201d for her. \u201cI should shock him constantly,\u201d she augured. To another, she simply wrote:<\/p>\n

I have decided it be best for me not to accept your proposal.<\/p>\n

In haste,<\/p>\n

L. M. Alcott.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

When her sister Anna got married to a young man named John, Louisa playfully lambasted the sweet delusions of love. In a letter penned in the summer of her twenty-eighth year and cited in the altogether wonderful illustrated biography Scribbles, Sorrows, and Russet Leather Boots: The Life of Louisa May Alcott<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>), she writes:<\/p>\n

Annie is making us a visit and is as blithe a bride as one need wish to see. The world is composed of John and John is composed of all the virtues ever known, which amiable delusion I admire and wonder at from the darkness of my benighted spinsterhood. Abby lives for her crayons and dancing, father for his garden<\/a>, mother for the world in general and I for my pens and ink.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

She weighs the rewards of married life against the rewards of the creative life she had chosen, concluding:<\/p>\n

Very sweet and pretty; but I would rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Setting her characteristic facetiousness aside, she draws an uncompromising conclusion:<\/p>\n

Liberty is a better husband than love.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Complement with Rilke on the relationship between solitude, love, sex, and creativity<\/a> and Keats on the creative fertility of singledom<\/a>, then revisit Anna Dostoyevskaya on the secret to a happy marriage<\/a>.<\/p>\n

_______________________________________<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>My name is <\/i><\/span>Maria Popova<\/i><\/span><\/a><\/span> \u2014 a reader, a wonderer, and a lover of reality who makes sense of the world and herself through the essential inner dialogue that is the act of writing. <\/i><\/span>The Marginalian<\/span><\/em> (which <\/i><\/span>bore the unbearable name <\/i><\/span><\/span>Brain Pickings<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/a> for its first 15 years) is my one-woman labor of love, exploring what it means to live a decent, inspired, substantive life of purpose and gladness. Founded in 2006 as a weekly email to seven friends, eventually brought online and now included in the Library of Congress permanent web archive, it is a record of my own becoming as a person \u2014 intellectually, creatively, spiritually, poetically \u2014 drawn from my extended marginalia on the search for meaning across literature, science, art, philosophy, and the various other tendrils of human thought and feeling. A private inquiry irradiated by the ultimate question, the great quickening of wonderment that binds us all: What <\/i><\/span>is<\/span><\/em> all this? (<\/i><\/span>More<\/i><\/span><\/a><\/span>\u2026) <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Go to Original \u2013 themarginalian.org<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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