For those of us who read every word of Laura Ingalls Wilder and her "Little House" series not once, but over and over (and then over and over again), we can be thankful that Wilder was not only a prolific letter writer, but that so many of the recipients of her notes saved them. Indeed, more than 400 letters still exist in private and public collections, many of which are excerpted in "The Selected Letters of Laura Ingalls Wilder," edited by Wilder biographer William Anderson.
His book appears at an opportune time for fans of the "Little House" books, with the 2014 publication of Wilder's autobiography, "Pioneer Girl," written in 1930, and the recent news that Paramount Pictures has plans for a movie based on her children's books.
In what is expected to be a final collection of unpublished writings from Wilder, the correspondence is organized by year, which is a logical presentation as her story unfolds. But it makes for slow reading during the earliest commentary, which predates the children's series and tends toward more perfunctory observations, some written on postcards during trips.
Still, some of the day-to-day comments are endearing, as this to her husband, Almanzo, when she is away: "Your warm underclothes are on your sock box in the closet. I don't know whether I told you or not. Please do remember to be careful about the fires." And later in same trip, "Don't worry about cleaning up the house. Let it go until I get back, only take good care of yourself and the dogs."
If you as reader can hang in there for the first 80-plus pages, you'll be rewarded with a behind-the-curtains look at how a book series is created. Wilder was the J.K. Rowling of the 1930s, with schoolchildren clamoring for the next volume, sending so many letters that her husband put in the largest possible mailbox at their home.
The collection begins with a letter from 1894, as Wilder, then 27, heads to Missouri with her young family. It ends in 1956, when she is 89, a year before her death. Except for the travel letters, most are written from her home, Rocky Ridge Farm in Mansfield, Mo. As readers, we see only her side of the correspondence, although the editor offers occasional insight.
The charm — and importance — of letters as historical resource is that we see the writer at the most unguarded moments, commenting on daily life and the issues of the day, which is invaluable for insight into anyone, but particularly for an understanding of an author whom we tend to see frozen in time as the young Laura Ingalls.
She was, of course, much more, including a farmer, wife, mother and journalist.