I watched it again on Monday afternoon with my mum and little brother, and I was amazed by how much power this film has to pull me back into my childhood. It's like a massive rush of memories. Not only can I quote virtually every line, but I recall all the thoughts and feelings and emotions this film and the book (which I have read at least a dozen times) have ever evoked.
I remember where I was when I started reading Little Women that first time, and I also remember who I was. I remember recognising my graceful sister Andrea in Meg, my sweet sister Lauren in Beth. My brother Nick -- though he never liked the comparison -- was definitely Amy, hilarious and quirky and confident and impetuous (and a little dissatisfied with his nose). I remember feeling that first spark of kinship with Jo, wanting to be great and do great things but being hampered by an abundance of flaws. We share so many of the same dreams, Jo and I, and so many of the same failings -- even down to the too-large hands and a hatred of posh parties. Of course, I never turned down the proposal of a creative, handsome neighbour who was once my best friend. But I'll forgive Jo that.
Actually, from that point on, the film version of Little Women always broke my heart a little. As a teenager, I wanted to stop the movie halfway through, at the Christmas scene when Father comes home from the war and though you know John Brooke is going to steal Meg away, he hasn't actually done it yet. I wanted it to stop before Laurie and Jo become something more than best friends and then (just as quickly) something infinitely less. I wanted it to stop before Beth dies and Laurie becomes a ratbag with horrible facial hair and Jo realises that she doesn't fit in anywhere and she probably never will. The second half always seemed to me to be too sober, too sad.
This time, however, I found my heart resonating more with that second half of the film. Suddenly it seemed to me to be incredibly honest. Yes, my childhood and teen years were very much like the early half of Little Women -- full of adventures and creativity and small sorrows and large joys -- but being a grown-up is so much more like the second half. People change and friendships dissolve. Life turns out differently than you expected.
You know, I always resented Professor Bhaer because he wasn't Laurie. This time round, I realised Professor Bhaer was right for Jo at the right time. She could have married Laurie and, though she refused to believe so, they could have actually been happy together. After all, she did love him; she just didn't understand that there are all different kinds of love, and she was looking for something in words she'd recognise, words she'd write herself to make the perfect happy ending. I think it took her several more years of life and learning to realise that love is not as simple as the fairytales make out, and yet in other ways it's simpler. Professor Bhaer wasn't the second choice; he was Jo's first choice, made once she knew how to recognise real love.
I used to think that the first half of Little Women is all joy, and the second half is all sorrow and a mature sort of resignation to dreams unfulfilled. Yet the second half of Little Women is the portion where the dreams actually do come true. Meg becomes the little wife and mother she was always in training for. Amy travels to Europe and marries the rich fellow she once imagined. And Jo's story and her heart both find a safe haven. But in amongst all the dreams-come-true are the dreams shattered; grief walks with the dreams, hand in hand.
This time, I finally understood that. Being a kid was super; life was chock full of joy. Being an adult is different. There is just as much joy, but it's of a deeper kind -- and it's woven in with the sorrow, too.
Sometimes you just have to look harder to see.
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Laura Elizabeth -- you rescued my post from a commentless death, bravo! I'm so glad you're loving the celebrations this year. I'm a big fan of celebrationishness. Tell your dad the blogging world is waiting with hald breath.
Well said, Jo! I'm nearly crying.ReplyDelete
Those were lovely reflections, Danielle. :)ReplyDelete
It's fantastic the way books and stories change as you grow, isn't it? I loved Anne of Green Gables when I was younger and re-read it constantly but when I re-read it as an adult, I surprised to realise it should probably be called Marilla of Green Gables - it feels as though it's more her story than Anne's, although I never saw that as a ten-year-old.ReplyDelete
I'm just about to read a Nancy Drew book for the first time in roughly a million years and now I wonder what sort of things I'll see in it as a grown-up type person.
I could never really make it through the book but I've seen that version of the movie heaps of times. I always wanted to be Jo but secretly I'm actually Meg. Boring!! I love that your family made up the fictional family. And I'm still annoyed that Jo and Laurie never ended up together. But... I really liked what you had to say about Jo ending up with the Professor, very interesting. Oh fine then, I'll rewatch the movie again :)ReplyDelete
So eloquent. So fulfilling in all of it's glorious truth.
I think I might be the only person who actually liked Laurie marrying Amy instead of Jo! I was a very...I'm not sure what the right word is...anti-tomboyish child. I could never relate to Jo, I wanted to be Meg or Amy: enjoy pretty things, be ladylike, marry a nice man like Laurie. It's only now that I'm older that I can relate to Jo, feeling like everyone's moving on without her and wondering where she fits.ReplyDelete
Nawwwww! Just a little bit tear-jerking....ReplyDelete
What a beautiful, thought-provoking post DeeDee - loved it. :) xoReplyDelete
That's a beautiful post, Danielle xxReplyDelete
I especially love what you said about being an adult...
I loved your beautifully written post, Danielle. And what I am going to say, won't do your poor post justice, BUT, it totally resonated with me. We four girls always played Little Women growing up, and today that is the book that makes me laugh and cry the most. LOVED, LOVED, LOVED, this post.ReplyDelete
P.S. Jo was always my favourite character. And I was always Jo growing up. I was (and maybe even still) the tomboy and big mouth. Though I can't say I shared your and her talent for writing. :)
I agree with everyone else. Lovely post, so well thought out and written! I love that stories change as you change and grow (Andrea and I were just talking about that idea yesterday) and that we can still enjoy the stories that we grew up with.ReplyDelete
And I was just thinking about the movie today... it must be the time of year :-)
This made me tear up a little! Wonderful thoughts. I used to re-read Little Women every December, but it's been years. You're right that it changes with us as WE change and grow. That's what the best books do.ReplyDelete
A little late, but like the others said- beautiful post. I wish I was more like Beth (not the dead part!).ReplyDelete
This is only echoing previous comments, but I also loved this entry, Danielle. What a beautiful sentiment, and how true. I also got a little teary! Ditto to Lauren - both in that I'm a bit late commenting, and that I long to be a Beth. She was just such a beautiful, faithful young woman. Totally fell in love with her.ReplyDelete
I always loved Jo ending up with Professor Bhaer... I'm not sure why. Maybe for the reasons you said - that he her first choice, at the right time. And he was so beautifully supportive and calm, and complemented her so well. And that ORANGE!! I just think that's the most ROMANTIC thing in the world!!! Sigh.
But most of all, I just loved what you said about adulthood (as everyone has already said... ;) ). The different, yet deeper, joys; also mixed with sorrows, and dreams not turning out as we'd imagined, yet so wonderfully. What a gorgeous way to put it! Our lives, the works of His hands... Anyway. Loved this. Thanks for writing something that resonates with me and so many, as always, Danielle. Much love! xx
I read this out loud to the two girls just now. I almost sobbed reading it.ReplyDelete