THE BIG LITTLE WOMEN’S BOOK









By Samara Weiss (contact)



CHARACTERS:


JO

MEG

AMY

BETH

LAURIE

MARMEE

MR. BROOKE

(MARMEE and MR. BROOKE can be double-cast.)














The March Sisters at home: Meg sewing and Amy knitting and Jo stretched out in front of the fire not kitting and Beth in her corner very quiet and very still.

JO

Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents!

MEG

It’s so dreadful to be poor!

AMY

I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and others nothing at all.

All of them turn to Beth’s corner.  No sound.

JO

We haven’t got Father.  He’s far away, where the fighting is.  If I were a boy, I’d go and fight with Father!  But I can only stay home, like a pokey old Woman.

MEG

This is a Women’s Book, Jo.  It’s about Women’s Work and Women’s Worlds, and it calls itself Little but it’s close to 600 pages in paperback, so draw your own conclusions.

JO

I want to be Shakespeare.  I want to be a genius.  I want to be a boy.  I don’t want to live in the world of gloves and poplins and sewing and knitting and making things people can feel and hold and touch and use every day until they wear out.  I shall stand in front of the fire and my genius burns and I don’t care if my dress burns too, because who likes dresses?

MEG

Me.

AMY

Me.

MEG

Does Beth like dresses?

JO

Yes.  No.  Yes.  I don’t know.  Beth?

Pause.

BETH

It doesn’t matter.

Beth goes out, and then Amy leaves too.

ME

Your dress is all burnt, Jo, and your gloves are ruined, but we shall have to go to the party all the same.

Marmee calls from offstage:

MARMEE

DO YOU HAVE CLEAN HANDKERCHIEFS YOU CAN’T GO IF YOU DON’T HAVE CLEAN HANDKERCHIEFS

MEG

Yes Marmee!

MARMEE

PEOPLE MIGHT THINK YOU’RE SLUTS IF YOUR HANDKERCHIEFS WERE DIRTY

MEG

We have clean handkerchiefs, Marmee!

JO

Christopher Columbus!

MEG

Oh, don’t!

JO

Oh, I never know the proper thing to do.  This is a book about doing the wrong thing and then learning your lesson and then doing the wrong thing again and learning your lesson and then doing

MEG

Oh, look!  My rich friends!

JO

Go dance, Meg!

Meg goes out, and Jo falls back and runs into Laurie.

Christopher Columbus!

LAURIE

You seem like fun!

JO

You live next door, don’t you?  We watch you sometimes and pretend we know you!

LAURIE

I watch you sometimes and pretend I know you!

JO

I’m Jo!

LAURIE

I’m Laurie!

JO

I’m going to call you Teddy!

LAURIE

I’m going to make you responsible for my morals!

JO

Shake on it, there’s a good fellow!

They shake.  Meg comes back in too-high-heels, strong makeup, and a too-tight dress, crying.  Laurie laughs at her.

MEG

I thought I could be perfect and then everyone would love me so I tried to be perfect but I couldn’t do it and now the men are laughing at me.

Jo laughs at her.

JO

Well, you look so stupid!  Don’t your feet hurt?

MEG

My feet always hurt.

Jo scrubs the makeup off her with a handkerchief.

JO

Well, that’s what you get for not being simple and plain and naturally beautiful.

LAURIE

I really think you’re prettier without makeup.

MEG

I’ll try harder next time.  I won’t be so vain.  I won’t let you see how badly I want to be good at what I do.

LAURIE

Which is be beautiful.

MEG

Yes.  I mean no.  Because I can’t be vain.  I have to try to be beautiful but not look like I’m trying too hard and not say anything about being beautiful and just hope hope hope so hard that people will tell me I’m beautiful so I know I’ve done it right.

JO

You’re beautiful.  I’m not beautiful.  I’m a tomboy!  I don’t want to be beautiful.  So I’m not jealous.

MEG

Well, I think your hair is beautiful.

LAURIE

That’s true.

MEG

Your one beauty!

JO

Christopher Columbus!

She runs out, and Laurie runs after her.  Beth comes out and helps Meg change.  Amy comes out with a clothespin on her nose.

MEG

You know that makes you snore and also doesn’t do anything.

AMY

I hate my nose.  It’s flat.

MEG

It’s fine.

AMY

I hate it.  If my nose is wrong I can’t be beautiful.  I want to be beautiful and I want to be an adult and I want to go to Europe and I want to be an artist and have an elegant, beautiful life.

MEG

What a stuck up little goose you are, Amy.

BETH

If Jo is a tomboy and Amy is a goose.  What am I?

Awkward pause.  Laurie comes back.

LAURIE

Hello girls!  Jo told me you were putting on a theatrical entertainment she’d written, where Meg was the maiden and Amy was the villain and Jo was in drag a whole lot.

Marmee comes on.

MARMEE

Do you really think that’s appropriate, girls? 

Jo runs back on with a hat on.

JO

Father’s sick in Washington DC and he might die!

Marmee faints; Laurie catches her.  Jo takes off her hat to show her short hair.

So I cut off my hair and sold it for money so you could go take care of him.

MEG

Oh Jo!  Your one beauty!

LAURIE

I’ll get my tutor Mr. Brooke and we’ll take your mother to Washington right away!

He and Marmee leave.

AMY

That was so brave of you, Jo.  Cutting your hair.

MEG

I could never do that.

AMY

We’re not as brave as you.

JO

I’m a tomboy.  I wanted short hair anyway.

MEG

Of course.  But it was your one beauty.

AMY

It was the only thing you had to be proud of.

JO

I still write.

AMY

Nobody looks at writers.

JO

Don’t care.

MEG

No one will look at you now.

AMY

Not even a little.

Jo begins to cry.

MEG

What’s the matter, Jo?

JO

I – I liked having a beauty.  I mean, I didn’t, because if you have a beauty men look at you like you’re not a man and that’s horrid so I was glad to cut it off but I liked having something about me that was beautiful that I could look at.

Meg hugs her.

MEG

Oh Jo.  Oh Jo.

AMY

It will grow back.

MEG

It will.

JO

And I think Mr. Brooke is looking at you too much.

MEG

Mr. Brooke seems nice.

JO

Mr. Brooke is THIRTY and you are SIXTEEN and so I really don’t CARE how earnest and estimable his brown eyes are.

Mr. Brooke comes on.

MR. BROOKE

Meg –

JO

YOU CAN’T HAVE HER this is a book about rebellion and doing the things you’re not supposed to; I WILL MARRY HER MYSELF.

MEG

Isn’t she adorable?  Thank you so much for helping Father get better, Mr. Brooke.

MR. BROOKE

I found your gloves.  You little tiny delicate gloves for your little tiny delicate hands.

He hands her a glove.

MEG

Oh!  Thank you, Mr. Brooke.  Where’s the other one?

MR. BROOKE

Nowhere.  I needed it.  What other glove?  Can I bring you a song in German?

MEG

I don’t really speak German…

JO

OH MY GOD, GO AWAY this is supposed to be a book about WOMEN.

MEG

Goodbye, Mr. Brooke.

Mr. Brooke leaves.

AMY

Do you want to marry him?

MEG

Maybe?  I don’t know.

JO

OH MY GOD HE’S THE WORST

MEG

I’m only sixteen…

JO

I WAS SAYING

MEG

But I mean this is a book about women’s lives and women’s worlds and that includes being a wife; I have to marry someone and the sooner I do it the less poor our family will be because you won’t have to feed me any more and it would be nice to marry somebody rich maybe but Marmee disapproves of all my rich friends’ morals and I don’t want to disappoint her; I want her to love me, and I want to marry someone who loves me, and so if Mr. Brooke loves me I guess I could marry him.

Mr. Brooke rushes back on and sweeps her up in his arms.

MR. BROOKE

Call me John, Meg.

MEG

Yes, John.

MR. BROOKE

Be happy for us, dear sisters!

AMY

Can I be a flower girl?  Can I wear my hair up at your wedding?  Can I be a grown-up and go to Europe and live an elegant life and not marry a man who wants his wife to be a dove?  Can I be an artist?

Laurie runs on and starts throwing flowers.  Amy throws them too.

JO

Christopher.  Columbus.  Goodnight.

Piano music.  Meg and Mr. Brooke dance.  Jo tries to leave.

LAURIE

Dance with me, Jo!

JO

No.  Where’s Beth, Teddy?  I have to go find her.

She tries to run away.  Laurie pulls her back.

LAURIE

Dance with me, Jo!

JO

No.  Where’s Beth, Teddy?  What if she’s sick?

Awkward pause.  Beth in her little brown hood comes on.

BETH

I’m not sick, Jo.

Beth rushes off.

LAURIE

Let Brooke and Meg be happy, and flirt a little with me, Jo.

Meg and Brooke dance off, with Amy still throwing flowers.

JO

I don’t flirt.

LAURIE

Good.  Flirts are wicked, and men say naughty things about them when they go.

JO

But you just asked me to –

LAURIE

I want to be a gentleman and speak well of womankind, but I have a natural dislike of unfeminine folly.

JO

Like flirting?

LAURIE

Like flirting.

JO

I’m confused.

LAURIE

Don’t flirt with me, Jo.

JO

I won’t.  MARMEE!

LAURIE

I’ll see you soon, Jo.  Maybe all the time?

JO

BYE LAURIE

Laurie leaves and Marmee comes in.

MARMEE

What’s the matter, dear?

JO

It’s vain to say it so I’m really sorry for saying it because it sounds so vain and it’s probably not true so I understand if you don’t believe me because I’m the tomboy and your fourth-prettiest daughter –

Meg runs on in an apron with jam stains all over it.

MEG

I thought I could be perfect and then everyone would love me so I tried to be perfect but I couldn’t do it and now the men are laughing at me!

MARMEE

Ask the Lamb of God to help you, sweet girl.

MEG

But – they were laughing at me –

MARMEE

Ask the Lord to help you be better at what you do.

MEG

Yes Marmee.

MARMEE

Which is being beautiful and making a happy beautiful home.

MEG

Yes Marmee.

She goes.  Marmee turns to Jo.

MARMEE

Sometimes I have feelings, Jo, just like you; angry, unpretty emotions, but I always make sure to pray to our Great Friend, Jesus, about them, so I can make sure I never show them.  What was the vain thing you wanted to tell me?

JO

Marmee, if I went to New York, do you think I could entrust my soul to God, write stories to prove my genius, and not marry Laurie, all at the same time?

MARMEE

New York might be a good place for you to act out your dreams.  Amy is going to Europe to try to be an artist.  I don’t mind, as long as you both stay my good girls.

JO

Yes, Marmee.

Marmee leaves and Jo is alone on stage.

I want to have genius, and I think I do, until a good man makes me see it's only lurid trash and gently guides me to write instructive uplifting stories suitable for little women who want to have genius and can be led to see how it's okay to want genius and end up writing instructive uplifting stories for little women who want to have genius and there are two burning silences at the heart of this book and one is my genius, is me daring you to say I had no genius that this book has no genius that a Morally Instructive Wholesome book for GIRLS is not a work of genius; Marmee's loving lessons force the patriarchy down our throats at every chapter's end but it's not like Dickens doesn't, really, is it? Mr. Angry little girls should hold their tongues and count to twenty-five.  And he’s in the pantheon; his face is on the cover of the Oxford Anthology; he’s got genius.  And everybody knows It was the best of times it was the worst of times but a damn lot of people know Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents, and it just so happens that most of them are women, but

Laurie bursts on.

LAURIE

JO!

JO

Oh no.

LAURIE

Let’s do this, Jo.

JO

Oh no.

LAURIE

Marry me, Jo.

JO

Oh no.

LAURIE

We’ll have such good times, Jo.

Meg runs on with baby vomit all over her jam-stained apron.

MEG

I thought I could be perfect and then everyone would love me so I tried to be perfect but I couldn’t do it and now the men are laughing at me!

Two babies cry and she runs out again.

JO

Oh no.

LAURIE

If you don’t marry me, everyone will be mad at you.

JO

Oh no.

LAURIE

If you don’t marry me, I might do something bad.  And it would be all your fault.

JO

Oh no.

LAURIE

No?

JO

No.

Silence.  Laurie walks off.  Jo breathes out.  Beth walks on.

BETH

You said, two silences in this book.  I am the other silence.  I have a little brown hood, and no wish, except to be good.  You are a tomboy and Amy is a goose and Meg is a doll, but I am just – loved.  You all love me.  I love you all.  I have a little brown hood, and no future.  I make slippers and sleeves and socks.  You can pick them up and hold them and feel them and use them until they wear out.  This is a book about death.  About how when someone dies, you can remember what they loved and touch the things they had, and you can remember that you love them, but you can’t remember them right, them as people, because they will never surprise you again.

JO

Beth –

BETH

I have never fit in this story because I have always been over, before it began.

She goes off.  Pause.

JO

This isn’t a book about death.  It is not.  It’s not about women’s worlds, because there are chapters where I go into smoke-filled offices and make rude editors pay me to write for them, and chapters where Laurie and his grandfather negotiate how much emotion and sympathy they can show each other without upsetting their masculine pride, and chapters about educational philosophy, for goodness’s sake; it is not a book about death.  It is not a book about loss.  It is a book about rebellion, and doing the wrong thing, making the wrong choice, and learning better, and then doing the wrong thing again, because you’re a human, you’re just a person who does things wrong; this is not a book about death; it is not; even if other people want you to be an angel of beauty and the keeper of their consciences, you’re just a person, and you make mistake after mistake after mistake and you keep thinking you’ve improved but then you make another mistake but you KEEP TRYING TO BE BETTER

Amy comes running on and shoves her, hard.

AMY

This is a book about never getting what you want.  You or Meg or me or the reader.  Everyone wants you to marry Laurie!  Nobody wants you to marry the bearded German who smokes a pipe and hates fun!  And is FORTY.  You wanted to be a genius but your German professor will look over your shoulder and keep your imagination on a leash so you don’t corrupt the young.  Meg wanted to be perfect and loved by everybody, and she’s not, no matter how hard she tries; she’s the boring one; she’s the mom; she’s the unwelcome reminder that housework and motherhood are hard, hard work that nobody really appreciates and no one really wants to do!  And no one remembers anything about me except that I slept with a clothespin on my nose and I STOLE LAURIE.  But I wanted to be a genius too!  I wanted to be a great artist!  The height of my aspiration wasn't lower than yours, but it's your book, your book, so there's nothing I can say for myself; I just quietly drop my pencils and my ambitions and marry a man who wanted to marry you.

Pause.

JO

He does love you.

AMY

He does.  But I’m not what he wanted.

Pause.

JO

Why don’t men read this book?  When they’re little?

AMY

I don’t know.  Some of them do.

JO

Maybe they don’t know how to read it.  Maybe they don’t realize that all the stuff about patience and humility and God isn’t the real book.  Nobody remembers how much page space that takes up, because it’s not the real book.

AMY

Because nobody actually cares about that.  They read to find out what happens to us, and whether we get what we want.  Which, as I said

JO

we don’t.  And we go on living.  And we are relatively happy.  Is that the real lesson? 

AMY

To persevere in the face of disappointment?

JO

To shoulder our little burdens –

AMY

– little –

JO

– and keep climbing that hill?

AMY

That must be the lesson.  We’ll keep living, happily, gratefully, gracefully, even though we don’t get what we want.

Pause.

JO

That’s not the lesson.

AMY

Then what’s the real lesson?

They look at each other. 

Jo, what’s the real lesson?

End of play.