Louisa May Alcott: Little Women (1868)
The question of 'Why This Book':
"Don't you want to be inspired by the zeitgeist and read Little Women?"
asked a good friend, Gabor Veress, upon the release of the Oscar-nominated Greta Gerwig movie.
I envisioned a world in which Gabor, a 40-year-old successful economist, who - I don't remember how, but quickly and unalterable - became my dear friend during our studies at Columbia University, would read all the Hemingway recommended books on my reading list alongside with me. It's always a hell lot of fun to discuss a work of art / anything BS / or anything journalism with a friend. Hemingway's recommendation or not, however, Gabor was not enthusiastic about starting our read along with Maugham's Of Human Bondage as I had originally planned for us.
"Seven hundred pages in English about masochistic relationships??? No way" - he said. He then suggested we read Little Women instead: Seven hundred and sixty pages in English about non-masochistic relationships...
It goes without saying, he never got passed by page 40.
Since I did, I'll share my review, the very first one here with you, soon.