An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott

Serialised 1869

Published in book form 1870

(Reviewed as part of the Classic Club challenge) 


I came to read this book by happy accident. was proving troublesome; I used one of the first books in its catalogue (ordered alphabetically) as a test subject.  The test failed; I forgot I had added the book to my virtual library and some weeks later, when the glitches had been fixed, I began receiving installments in my inbox.  Of course, I couldn’t possibly ignore them.

Before this, I had only known of Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women series: all read when I was a child.  I’m currently half way through reading them again; An Old-Fashioned Girl has become sandwiched in the middle.   It’s proved to be a perfect time to be coming to other works by this much-loved children’s author.  I shall continue re-reading from a very different perspective.

An Old-Fashioned Girl was originally serialized in 6 parts, covering a visit made by country girl, Polly, to the home of her wealthy friend, Fanny Shaw, in the city.  The city is apparently Boston: described by Alcott, according to a rather scathing contemporary review in The Atlantic in 1870 as: “the most conceited city in New England”.  And this perhaps sets the tone of the book: Fanny and her family live a shallow life determined by the demands of the city and its society-loving populace, whilst Polly hails from a simpler, rural home where strong wholesome values are espoused.

The premise of the story is simple: through her own example, and the lessons she comes to learn in her own life, Polly enables the family to see the benefits of values other than fashion, frivolities and financial gain.  Love, integrity and independence – and a happy ending for all – come to the fore.

The first episodes proved so popular that a further sequence was written, moving the story on from its beginnings, when Polly and Fan were in their early teens, to six years later, when they were young women.  By this time Polly returns to the city, not specifically to visit the Shaws but to earn her own living giving music lessons.  She refuses the family’s kindly-meant offers of accommodation and instead takes a room with Miss Mills – one of my favourite characters in the book.  In this later section of the book, Polly struggles through various trials, and strengthens her sense of self and purpose, and continues to support the family emotionally when they fall on hard times themselves.

I came to this book having never heard of it and knowing nothing about Louisa May Alcott beyond the seemingly sugar-coated tales she penned in Little Women and its sequels, where everything seemed idealized and people were simply too good to be true.  An Old-Fashioned Girl seemed cut from the same cloth: a sweet, didactic, easy-to-read portrayal of nineteenth-century New England, written, read and enjoyed by those who prefer their rose-tinted glasses to be fixed firmly before their eyes.  (I should mention that I do love Little Women and love even more my own much-used rose-tinted glasses.)

We are told quite early – in Chapter 7 – of Polly’s mission:

“… she felt so proud and happy at this proof of the truth of her mother’s words, when she said that ‘even a little girl could exert an influence, and do some good in this big, busy world’.”

Now back in the city as a young woman living independently in this ‘big, busy world’, Polly takes a room with Miss Mills. I was very surprised to come across this redoubtable lady.  And I started to wonder about just what it was I was reading.  A kindly, unmarried soul, Miss Mills epitomizes goodness in the way of Mrs March – living a simple, blameless and caring life.  Behind her do-gooding lies a woman of strong beliefs and character with a fierce understanding of the trials and deprivations suffered by many in the city, and a clear set of principles which determined her role in supporting wherever she could.  Polly arrives home one evening, demoralized and weary and filled with her own troubles.  Miss Mills has taken in another young woman, Jane, who had tried and failed to kill herself, unable as she was, to see any way forward.  Having spent time in the company of the wealthy echelons of the city’s society, where Polly felt deeply uncomfortable, she now begins to gain insight into the lives of the city’s true poor and dispossessed, and she finds a group of people – women – dedicated to making their own way and enabling others to do the same.  Polly begins to find her own niche in the world and hidden among the words which overall remain as sweet and syrupy as ever, comes some hard grit.

Through Miss Mills, who was the counsellor and comforter of several, Polly came to know a little sisterhood of busy, happy, independent girls, who each had a purpose to execute, a talent to develop, an ambition to achieve, and brought to the work patience and perseverance, hope and courage. Here Polly found her place at once, for in this little world love and liberty prevailed; talent, energy, and character took the first rank; money, fashion, and position were literally nowhere; for here, as in the big world outside, genius seemed to blossom best when poverty was head gardener. Young teachers, doing much work for little pay; young artists, trying to pencil, paint, or carve their way to Rome; young writers, burning to distinguish themselves; young singers, dreaming of triumphs, great as those of Jenny Lind; and some who tried to conquer independence, armed only with a needle, like poor Jane. All these helped Polly as unconsciously as she helped them, for purpose and principle are the best teachers we can have, and the want of them makes half the women of America what they are, restless, aimless, frivolous, and sick.”

There is a passage in which one of the aspiring artists is sculpting a woman that she wishes to epitomize womankind in general.  It caught my eye immediately:

“Give her a sceptre: she would make a fine queen,” answered Fanny.

“No, we have had enough of that; women have been called queens a long time, but the kingdom given them isn’t worth ruling,” answered Rebecca.

“I don’t think it is nowadays,” said Fanny, with a tired sort of sigh.

“Put a man’s hand in hers to help her along, then,” said Polly, whose happy fortune it had been to find friends and helpers in father and brothers.

“No; my woman is to stand alone, and help herself,” said Rebecca, decidedly.

“She’s to be strong-minded, is she?” and Fanny’s lip curled a little as she uttered the misused words.

“Yes, strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied; that is why I made her larger than the miserable, pinched-up woman of our day. Strength and beauty must go together. Don’t you think these broad shoulders can bear burdens without breaking down, these hands work well, these eyes see clearly, and these lips do something besides simper and gossip?”

Fanny was silent; but a voice from Bess’s corner said, “Put a child in her arms, Becky.”

“Not that even, for she is to be something more than a nurse.”

“Give her a ballot-box,” cried a new voice, and turning round, they saw an odd-looking woman perched on a sofa behind them.

“Thank you for the suggestion, Kate. I ‘ll put that with the other symbols at her feet; for I’m going to have needle, pen, palette, and broom somewhere, to suggest the various talents she owns, and the ballot-box will show that she has earned the right to use them.

There is a lot more to this book than candied prose and rose-coloured glasses.  There are the various vignettes and adventures that befall Polly and the family over the years.  And there are moments of real poignancy within the family: the grandmother is a wonderful character, finely drawn.  And there is, of course, the love interest and the happy-ever-after ending – although Alcott is almost reluctant to provide it.  But there is also a clear message of independence and education for women: a feminist beacon among the honeyed sentimentality!  There is a lot more to this book, and a lot more to Louisa May Alcott than meets the eye.

Henry James described Alcott as: “The novelist of children… The Thackeray, the Trollope, of the nursery and the schoolroom.”

And The Atlantic’s review opens thus: If we said that Miss Alcott, as a writer for young people just getting to be young ladies and gentlemen, deserved the great good luck that has attended her books, we should be using an unprofessional frankness and putting in print something we might be sorry for after the story of the Old-fashioned Girl had grown colder in our minds.”

I now know that Alcott was born of transcendentalist parents and was raised in the company of – and sometimes taught by – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorne and Margaret Fuller.  I know that contrary to what I had always supposed, Little Women was loosely auto-biographical.  I know that Louisa was an abolitionist and a feminist – and wrote to earn her own living and to support her family.  Indeed, she wrote for The Atlantic Monthly herself. I know that I’d like to know a great deal more about this fascinating lady and her life within such an exulted circle.  Why is  it that writers are often so very interesting!  Her diaries and letters, and a biography now have to be added to the to be read list…

As for whether I consider this book to be a classic: its author requires that it remains safely within the pantheon of classic children’s literature and I actually prefer it to Little Women.    However, it would not find a place on my personal shelf of classic children’s favourites.  For me it belongs on the shelf below, alongside I Capture the Castle: the shelf labelled ‘young adult fiction that I discovered too late’.









9 thoughts on “An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott”

  1. An excellent review! As a child I loved Alcott’s books, but re-reading Little Women a few years ago I found it so different from the book I remembered. I think my rose-tinted glasses have slipped but some of the magic was still there.
    Have you read Eden’s Outcasts: the story of Louisa May Alcott and Her Father by John Matteson? It’s a very detailed book about their relationship and a lot about her father, a complicated person who appeared to have mellowed as he grew older. The second half of the book concentrates much more on Louisa.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret! I hadn’t heard of Eden’s Outcasts. It looks fascinating on various levels: the relationship between Louisa and her family and as a ‘double’ biography. I’ve ordered it immediately, though quite when I shall get to reading it remains to be seen!


  2. I can’t see myself picking up LMA again- so many other books to read,- so will let her, and others like her, rest in the “rose tinted” reading of my childhood.
    What does fascinate me, is the constant emergence of new books, interests and ideas,which come from these reviews. A bit like a tree.
    And all from 26 squiggles!!


    1. Absolutely, Pat. At the moment I’m constantly finding new leads, new avenues that I want to venture down. In my case at the moment it’s less of a reading tree than a reading jungle! So many books, so little time!

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  3. A reading jungle it is. I started re reading the Anne of Green Gables series at the beginning of this year. I loved reading them through the eyes of an adult. I expect I would feel the same way if I reread LMA. I would like to read more about her life, too. Ditto for a lot of other writers eg Frances Hodgson Burnett.


    1. I have been reading the Anne series since last summer. I’m on the penultimate book now I think. I love approaching children’s classics as an adult. Frances Hodgson Burnett is another fascinating writer – such an interesting life.

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  4. While I loved Jo March, I’m not the biggest fan of Little Women. It sounds as if I might prefer An Old-Fashioned Girl. Sandra, if you’d like to read a sugar-free version of Louisa May Alcott, try Behind a Mask: The Unknown Thrillers of Louisa May Alcott. It’s a collection of “blood and thunder” tales that Ms. Alcott published anonymously or under a pseudonym during her lifetime. They were lost and out of print until Madeleine Stern discovered and collected them. It is fun to read and quite a contrast to Ms. Alcott’s fiction for children.

    You might also look for A Long Fatal Love Chase by Ms. Alcott. I believe it was discovered and first published in the 1990s. It’s about a runaway wife being stalked by her dangerous husband.


    1. My goodness, ms. arachne, thank you! What contrasts to her ‘sugary’ books! I shall certainly look out for them. What an unexpected bonus of including book reviews in the blog: I am learning so much more about authors and their works, and being given so many interesting leads and insights. Ms Alcott was certainly a fascinating woman!

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