As a young writer, Alcott concentrated on lurid pulp stories of revenge, murder, and adultery–’blood and thunder’ literature, as she called it–and enjoyed writing very much. She was in her mid-30s when an editor suggested she try writing a book for girls. Alcott wasn’t very interested, but her father was a complete moron with money and had left the family in terrible financial trouble. Alcott wrote Little Women in hopes of some decent sales and a little breathing room and got way more than she asked for. The money in sequels was too good to turn down (and her father didn’t get any smarter with a dime), but Alcott hated writing what she called ‘moral pap for the young’ and longed to return to the smut and violence of her early endeavors."
This is frustrating because like every Little Women movie ever ends with her writing what she knows to financial success and intellectual satisfaction. She listens to Prof Bhaer who’s always down on her about her silly stories and the happy ending is that she gives them up for something more personal and rewarding. But that’s not how everyone writes. It’s gratifying to know that Alcott loved the pulp more.