Hospital Sketches (Civil War Classics)

Hospital Sketches (Civil War Classics)

by Louisa May Alcott, Civil War Classics

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To commemorate the 150th Anniversary of the end of the Civil War, Diversion Books is publishing seminal works of the era: stories told by the men and women who led, who fought, and who lived in an America that had come apart at the seams.

LITTLE WOMEN made Louisa May Alcott a canonical writer, but it was HOSPITAL SKETCHES that first brought her acclaim.  These four sketches, based on letters Alcott sent home during a six-week stint as a volunteer nurse for the Union Army, reveal the horrors of battlefield medicine.  In her baptism-by-fire, Alcott treats the wounded soldiers from the Battle of Fredericksburg.  As she grows into her role, Alcott brings grace and dignity to the badly injured men, and in her letters, she reveals a writer growing into her own immense talents, and a deeply perceptive observer of the life of a healing force in a grueling war.    

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ISBN-13: 9781626816862
Publisher: Diversion Books
Publication date: 01/13/2015
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 84
Sales rank: 559,339
File size: 878 KB

About the Author

Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888) was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Women and its sequels Little Men and Jo's Boys. Raised by her transcendentalist parents, she grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Henry David Thoreau. Little Women is loosely based on Alcott's childhood experiences with her three sisters.

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Hospital Sketches 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 27 reviews.
InTheBookcase More than 1 year ago
I found "Hospital Sketches" to hold remarkable insight into the daily grind of a Civil War nurse. Louisa May Alcott gathers all the right elements and emotions, mixing sorrow, humor and strength together effortlessly.  The storyline: Tribulation Periwinkle, a restless spinster, desires to contribute in the war effort, and promptly becomes a nurse for the Union Army. Once in Washington DC, Nurse P becomes a busy woman, taking care of the injured soldiers and dealing with grueling situations, such as amputations, misfortune and death surrounding her. Trib displays a true heart for helping "the boys" in their time of need and has a wonderful sense of patriotism. Actually, this story comes from Miss Alcott's early published works, but she was already quite the writer. The pages of "Hospital Sketches" hold much truth. Miss Alcott herself was a nurse as Tribulation is, and many parts of the fictional story were based on actual experiences. In all honesty, it's rather a plain book, and some may find it too dry (especially in contrast to the author's famous works which contain great frivolity). "Hospital Sketches" suited me just fine though, and I'm glad she penned the story on paper for future generations to learn of her experiences.
katiekrug on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A somewhat fictionalized account of Alcott¿s time as a nurse in Washington, DC during the Civil War. At times humorous, eye-opening and very moving, I was much more engaged in this read than I expected to be. It is a short work that stands the test of time.
Citizenjoyce on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ignore the execrable Little Women, this is the book Louisa May Alcott should be known for. She beautifully describes her short time spent as a nurse in one of the many hospitals in Washington DC devoted to caring for the Civil War wounded. Calling herself Nurse Periwinkle she describes her duties and the brave wounded and often dying men she cared for. She describes everything from amputations to muddy coffee to the insects inhabiting her small shared room to the brave, beautiful John. The respect given to doctors is contrasted with the rather shabby accommodations given to nurses but she also shows their great camaraderie. I'd recommend this book to anyone interested in history in general or the history of nursing in particular or to anyone just wanting to read about a woman's place in the world.
labfs39 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Louisa May Alcott wrote many fictionalized books and stories about her life and family, the most famous of which is [Little Women]. An abolitionist and feminist, the adventurous Alcott eagerly joined other young women in offering to be a nurse for the Union Army during the Civil War. In late 1862, Alcott was sent to the Union Hospital in Georgetown, D.C. for a three month assignment. True to her nature, she wrote long, witty letters home to her family, in which she describes her duties as an untrained nurse, the soldiers she meets, and the nature of the treatment available to the wounded. Unfortunately, Alcott caught typhoid fever and became very ill. Despite her protests, she was taken home after only six weeks of service. Her letters were collected and published later that year, then republished with additions in 1869.Since the letters were written to family and never intended to be published, Alcott received some initial criticism for her sometimes comic tone. She responded beautifully with this remark in 1869:To those who have objected to a "tone of levity" in some portions of the sketches, I desire to say that the wish to make the best of every thing, and send home cheerful reports even from the saddest of scenes, an army hospital, probably produced the impression of levity upon those who have never know the sharp contrasts of the tragic and the comic in such a life.This ability to see these "sharp contrasts of the tragic and the comic" during times of duress elevates the letters from simple documentation to a nuanced view of the precariousness of life and the spirit of defiance required to repeatedly face death. The letters also reflect a caring yet direct young woman, who despite her enlightened education, was a product of her times.
MrsLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A memoir of Louisa May Alcott during the Civil War of her time as a hospital aid. She writes in detail of the horrors and of her misery missing her father, then becoming ill herself. Very good to get a taste of the war experience from the viewpoint of those not in the battles.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
C.ums with him. She stands up and su.cks his d.ick.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I hear sharp noises around me, and slowly I force my eyes open. Dust rises around me, and I see silver and black bodies everywhere, and the quick movements of the ones still alive. Blood flows over my eyes, and I feebly lift my hand to my head, immediately covering it in blood. "Da<_>mn it," I say as I realize how bad the wound is. I wipe the blood from my eyes and spot my arrow not but three feet away. I scramble frantically for it, and my fingers curl around its beautiful silvery bough. I go to pull it back when a black foot comes down on my hand. I writhe in anguish, and look up to see the boy standing above me, an arrow sticking out of his other leg where I had purposely shot him. <p> "That," he sneered, "was for shooting me." He lifted the club he'd had when I shot him. "And this," he said as he raised it over his head, "is for Staland!" <p> The club was coming down quickly, so without thinking, I grasped his other leg with my free hand, sending him tumbling backwards, freeing my bow and my now black and blue hand. I grabbed my bow and leaped to my feet, walking towards him. I yanked the arrow from his leg and ignored his screams of pain as I drew back the string. "I should've shot to kill in the first place," I said as I released, striking him dead in the heart. I left my arrow in his chest; it had done its work; and found another on the ground. I scanned the crowd for Gabriel, and spotted him, fighting off a circle of black suited men professionally. <p> I drew back my string. This was the dreaded moment; the moment where I must put aside my feelings to save two kingdoms who would slaughter each other otherwise. Gabriel stumbled a bit to the right when he fought off his last attacker, and a well built man in a silver and black suit came up behind him sneering. I recognized him instantly. Unfortunately so did everybody else in the fray of the fight. <p> "Tamal," I muttered under my breath. No wonder he never fought. He secretly became leader of both kingdoms. Everyone around me stopped fighting to watch Tamal and Gabriel. Tamal held two staffs in hand. "This has to be done, my boy," he said, cackling. I couldn't shoot now; everyone would notice. I spied the tree behind us and slipped away, stealthily scaling the tree until I was well hidden from everyone. <p> I drew back my string. I had to be precise. My arrow moved with my target, but I had to wait for the right moment, or I would kill the wrong person. Silver and black flurried around as the two battled it out, and I drew my string back even farther, aiming to kill. They paused for a moment, and that was my chance. I let go, and the arrow flew out of the tree like a frightened bird, and hit its target dead in the heart... <p> ~~~~~~~~~~~ <p> I smiled as I walked down the hall, my teal dress flowing behind me. I adjusted my silver crown, and took Gabriel's hand. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, blue eyes beaming. <p> He had become king after his father died; "A stray arrow..." they said when they told how it happened. Gabriel was heir to the throne, and is now king over both Magina and Staland. <p> "I wouldn't rather have anybody else be my queen," he whispered as he lifted his lips away. His hand rubbed my belly, where a tiny bump was forming from our baby due next year. I smiled. "And I wouldny rather be anybody elses queen," I said as i kissed him back. We came to doors, and theh were opened. We smiled, and walked into our coronation together... <p> THE END ~ Gwen
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"My name is Snowtronz, what is yours?" He asked before gliding away. <br> <br> Flameala was about to respond, but the dragon flew away to quickly. She had a chance to kill him, but didn't. But couldn't. <br> She clenched her gas sacks and rubbed her iron teeth, sending an uncomfortable feeling through her throat as fire burst out, blazing down a swarm of darkness pixies. She flew forth, slashing at a shadow dragon's muzzle. The shadow dragon breathes his toxic plume of black gas on her and she blazes it in a fury of a blast, killing him using his own attack. <br> She then trekked onward toward a fire lion and shadow lion fighting. The fire lion whisked lava from his tail. The shadow lion dodged and hurled an eclipse sun at the fire lion, where he was sucked in and his soul remained on the plane of excistence, it had not been sent to the magic. <br> It is barbaric to do something like that. But, of course, Moonrar didn't care. <br> She flew on, coming up to Snowtronz. <br> "Oh, hello." He said while freezing a sun leapoard. <br> "Ugh. You again." She says, trying to offend him. <br> "Why thank you! I love compliments so much!" He knew her trick. "So, have you remembered your name." She hadn't forgotten. <br> "I'm Flameala," she snorted, flying away into the blaze of flame and frost and shadow and light. <br> <br> LATER... <br> <br> She flew into Magma City, preparing to land. A black dragon burst out of the landing post and shoved her into a large black bag. He pulled her into the landing post, in an underground tunnel. Snowtronz looked at her. <br> "Sorry, Flameala." He said, but she did not trust him. <br> She shot him a look of hatred. <br> "We need you to rule all the kingdoms." Said the black dragon evilly. <br> "And you need to mate with Snowtronz, him." Said a dragon of her own kind, pointing at the icy snow dragon. <br> "Yeup." He said, coming closer. "A little privacy?" Flameala's scales heated up to burning. Even with true love, a forced mate is lawbreaking. They would have to be able to keep her captive if he did this to her. Her scales now started to build up small fires. The other dragons left the room. <br> Snowtronz nudged closer and secured the latch on her mouth, she could not blast his face off with fire. He pinned her down. Now her scales were burning, but he was growing icicle armor across his. She could not manage enough energy to throw him off, without a unicorn to aid her. She looked around for the glistening of a unicorn, there would have to be one, because dragons cannot survive without them. <br> There it was. The silvery mane lifted up and sensed her need. <br> "Tut, tut. Silvyr, no." Snowtronz hissed. Unicorns were often kept as personal pets to dragons, but Flameala believed sentient creatures alike should live in harmony. She hissed through the hinge and tried to push him off, going unconscious from energy loss. <br> <br> THE NEXT DAY... <br> <br> She was in a prison of darkness, surrounded by a void, sucking out her life, her soul, her spirit, her world. She was violated and will be imprisoned, nevermore. That is how it all works, if any of the tribes report a forcemating, the king of the tribe will personally kill them in public. So the violater(s) must keep her locked up forever. Nevermore. <br> She then remembered her companion, Evermore. He was her unicorn. She sent out despret cries for Evermore. <br> Unicorns and dragons have a telepathitic conection. <br> Her awnser was: *Where?*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Help i need help please *crawls in shot in the shoulder stabed in the stomach and bursed everywhere*
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Walks out with her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She stands up
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Shes going to be all right just a dont let her out of the wheel chair untill the wound is healed
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
" going to go and check on another patient. I will be back tommorow.", he says patting Jacob's back.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Well my friends. I'm going to leave" she smiles and kisses all of them on the head before walking out
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Go back to our book)
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Yep ^_^
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Rules: <p> 1. If you have an idea or dont agree with the leader, please discuss that with him/her in his/her den. <p> 2. Please do not take more than one mate. Please!!!!!!!! <p> If you are going to mate, do it at a different res. <p> Powers and wings are allowed. <p> Don't EVER ignore ANYONE. Or can make them feel hurt and make them want to leave. <p> Do not hurt a clanmate. <p> That's it!!!! <p> ~Ravenstar
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Walked in. "Umm... hello?"
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Looks around then bows his head and walks out
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im more of a surgeon but i can help !! I need your help too !! Go grab a wet rag !
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