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My thoughts on: Little Women by Louisa May Aclott
I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.
Summary from Goodreads:
A beautiful hardback cloth cover edition of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott – a novel loved by adults and children alike.Come laugh and cry with the March family.
Meg – the sweet-tempered one. Jo – the smart one. Beth – the shy one. Amy – the sassy one.
Together they’re the March sisters. Their father is…
Children’s books, as previously discussed, are generally something of an easy win. Even a washed-up princess can dream up a basic narrative given a sufficiency of mid-priced Rioja. Then all you need to do is pad your yarn out with some kid-friendly repetition. Lots and lots of repetition. Boom! You’re done.
But because it’s easy, everyone’s at it. Anybody with a bit of profile knocks out a kids’ title sooner or later. Geri Halliwell, Madonna, Carlos The Jackal, the lot.
So why, given the sheer tsunami of brat-lit, should anyone give my latest offering the time of day?
Well, because it has a unique USP.
Most modern books for the young focus on excitement, adventure, humour, and a profound sense of moral justice.
All things that, once these young readers grow to maturity, they will find are lacking in the real world.
Stories about boy wizards giving the bad guy in the nose-cancelling headphones his comeuppance are all very well, but it’s hardly going to teach youngsters valuable lessons about the four ennui-laden decades in a call-centre that await them.
Surely the preparation for the interminable dullness of adulthood is a simply-told tale of a little creature that stays in one place, doing nothing of interest and sucking up other peoples’ crap
And that’s Shelley’s story. Nothing happens to her. There’s no peril, so there’s no danger of story time leading to nightmares. There’s barely any incident at all. The tide washes in and out, and our bivalve heroine resolutely sticks to her rock. And that’s about that.
It’s ripe material for the repetition that professional educators maintain is essential for building language skills, and the literary minimalism represents a sizeable cost-saving too.
Rather than printing dozens and dozens of different pages, all requiring their own printing plate, we just print one. Over and over again. Add in a run of endpapers, carrying my reputable byline and the all-important price, and Bob is almost certainly your uncle. At least that’s what your mum says.
Any publisher with his (or her) salt will be on this one like a seagull on chips. I await your response. I’ll be in my beach hut.
How is your May going?
From ‘The Culture Of Clothes’ by Giovanna Alessio, artwork by Chaaya Prabhat.