The first image you see in Greta Gerwig’s new adaptation of Little Women is a book, with a beautifully embossed rich red cover. Gerwig subtly signals that this object, like the black monolith of 2001:
When we first watched (and rewatched and rewatched, ad infinitum) Gillian Armstrong’s Little Women as girls we were four sisters. Now, we are three. After my sister died two years ago, I couldn't understand
Nora Ephron famously felt bad about her neck. I don’t feel bad about my neck, not yet. Instead, I feel bad about Little Women. The reviews of Greta Gerwig’s film adaptation have been universally adoring.
On the second Saturday of 2020, at an afternoon tea named for a book published in 1868 and a movie released in 2019, dozens of Angelenos, dressed in their Civil War-era best, pondered a timeless question:
The classic story highlights the complex and intimate relationship between sisters — and reminds us what is so special about the sisterly bond. For over 150 years, “Little Women” has enchanted readers