Many of the stories in "Meet Me in St. Louis" were originally published in the New Yorker (Sally Benson - often writing under a pen name - was a regular contributor) before being compiled into a book. The novel, written in 1944, takes place from June 1903 to May 1904, the opening of the St. Louis World's Fair. The book is out-of-print, not available as an e-book, and not at any of the libraries in my area, but it's easy to find a used copy online. Personally, I like the book better than the movie. It is nostalgic without the romantic sentimentality of the movie. Some readers may miss this, others, like me, might find it refreshing. Benson's characters are sometimes just not that nice. They gossip, argue, play tricks, and are generally human. Unlike the movie, it's mom that has the temper and promises the whippings. Tootie, and Agnes to a lesser extent, is a hellion who seems destined for the reformatory. The two older girls are man-crazy coquettes who eat raw chicken hearts to determine who they will marry (I wonder why they left that out of the movie) and perfect poses that accentuate their "innocent" charms. Grandpa, a Civil War veteran who was a POW held in Andersonville, seems to be the real heart of the family. The father is a less present character, perhaps representing the role of the father in an early 20th century family.
We are often told about how we have lost our way as a society, we spoil our children letting them get away with murder. We've lost our morals and values. Reading books like "Meet Me in St. Louis" remind us that maybe we aren't so different. Tootie and Agnes get away with murder. The children, unsupervised, are sometimes cruel and destructive with no repercussions. The older girls, with parental permission, hold a party when the parents are out. Unlike the movie, the party consists of the only two girls and six young men, not a ratio most of us with teenagers would encourage. Lon, the only son, spends his whole month's university allowance on a moking and shaving kit. And back in the day, Mrs. Smith was the kind of young lady "who could kick my hat off" after having some sherry.