I have just read two biographies of accomplished women writers written by accomplished women writers — “Wendy and the Lost Boys” by Julie Salamon (Wendy as in Wasserstein) and “Louisa May Alcott — A Personal Biography” by Susan Cheever.
There are many views I could take of these distinctive examinations of the lives and writing careers of Wendy and Louisa May, separated in time by a century and a half. But I’ll focus on what Julie and Susan focus on — to what extent did their subjects’ lives inform their work, and what does that reveal about the processing of ideas?
It’s true, but superficial, to say that all those plays and novels and short stories are strictly autobiographical. There’s a reason why the old adage — “Write what you know” is sound advice. And just as a painter working on a landscape might copy a favorite photo in order to get in all the details, so too any author can just assemble the facts of her life into a story. The artistry, with the writer or the painter, comes into play when the spirit of the ideas transcends the facts. Does that happen with Wendy and Louisa May?
Louisa May may have the advantage here. Generations have passed since her work was published — any people “offended” by their depiction are long gone, and we can look sympathically on the travails of those little women as quaint examples of a culture long outgrown. Wendy’s death still seems fresh, her child is still a young girl and I daresay that certain people are still smarting over their thin disguises as Rita and Holly and Mrs. Plum at that Massachusetts women’s college and Samantha and Barry and Judy at that Manhattan dinner party.