Well for the most part and rather sadly, Susan Cheever's 2010 Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography has been a rather disappointing and tedious slog of a reading experience (and definitely not all that enlightening and novel either, since there is indeed nothing textually contained about Louisa May Alcott’s life in Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography which I did not already know from my perusals of previously encountered Louisa May Alcott biographies).
Sure, Susan Cheever provides the basics of Louisa May Alcott’s life in Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography (from birth to death) and I of course and naturally also hugely appreciate that Cheever does not ever try to make Bronson Alcott into some kind of misunderstood idealist, that she depicts Louisa May Alcott’s father critically and often with the for me required and necessary amount of condemnation, showing for example Bronson Alcott’s multiple and all encompassing failures as a husband and father and that with regard to both his daughter Louisa and his wife Abigail, Bronson Alcott obviously had some pretty misogynistic and ethnically stereotyping attitudes (inferiority of women, that his daughter’s writing was automatically lesser to his own, that Bronson Alcott’s blond hair, blue eyes and very light complexion somehow was equally supposed to render him superior and more angelic than his wife and daughter with their darker hair, eyes and swarthier complexions).
But albeit that in Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography the basics of Louisa May Alcott’s life have been factually and decently enough presented by a Susan Cheever, I actually and personally would not really consider Cheever’s presented text all that successful as a bona fide biography.
For one, Susan Cheever spends so much of her textual time in Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography writing about and describing in meticulous detail individuals other than Louisa May Alcott that the latter’s life, that Louisa’s thoughts and her own story often seems to become lost in the shuffle so to speak, that indeed, I am while reading Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography often feeling that the author, that Susan Cheever seems considerably more interested in providing details about Abigail and Bronson Alcott, about Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne etc. etc. than about Louisa May Alcott (to the point that even though this book is supposed to feature Louisa May Alcott as the prime character, is supposed to be a biography specifically about her, well, and at least for me, throughout Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography Louisa May Alcott herself generally feels more than a bit secondary at best).
And for two, I personally do find the copious amounts of author musings and interjections in Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography quite distracting and rather majorly annoying. Because when I am reading a biography of Louisa May Alcott, I want and need only the facts of Ms. Alcott’s life and am not really interested in Susan Cheever’s personal philosophies and experiences with for example Little Women and it’s sequels. So yes indeed, that Susan Cheever really and in my humble opinion inserts way way too much of herself into Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography, this has definitely not only quite negatively affected my reading pleasure, it has also forced me to resort to skimming in order to complete reading Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography without silently screaming in frustration (and not to mention that the niggling little errors encountered, like for example in the chapter on Fruitlands Susan Cheever making Lizzie and not May into the youngest of the Alcott sisters, this is not indeed yet another reason why for me Louisa May Alcott: A Personal Biography is only two stars and not all that much recommended).