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15 December 2008 @ 09:02 pm
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A Doll's House, Henrik Ibsen

I'm not sure if this counts, considering it's a play. On the other hand, it's a really crap play and I hated it, which are two criteria for inclusion right there.



The quotes I pulled out to write this up are ones I regard as quite good, actually. But the plot and, especially, ending of this utterly negated any real meaning or point to it. Oh yes, Nora, just waltz out into the night and leave your kids and your life behind! Don't take any cash or anything, babe. And all because your husband turns out to be a crazed egotistical ass. So the fact that he called you his 'songbird' and implied you had a brain the size of a walnut for eight years of marriage didn't tip you off, or anything? No? No. Because, Nora, you're an even bigger idiot than he is.

I cannot believe the whole play hinged around the fact that Nora had a debt she didn't tell her husband about because he's too much of a Manly Man to deal with it. Like, what's the worst that would happen? His moustache would wither off?

MRS LINDE. One has to live, Doctor.
RANK. Yes, people do seem to regard it as a necessity.
NORA. Oh really, Dr Rank. I bet you want to stay alive.
RANK. You bet I do. However wretched I sometimes feel, I still want to go on being tortured for as long as possible. It's the same with all my patients; and with the people who are morally sick, too.


At the beginning of the play, I thought such sentiments boded good things. Thinking back, I don't know why - there must come a point in terminal illness where death is preferable, surely? Although the part where Rank (hee, rank) leaves a calling card with a black cross is the only moving moment in the play.

NORA. You? Do you expect me to believe that you would have taken a risk like that to save your wife's life?
KROGSTAD. The law does not concern itself with motives.
NORA. Then the law must be very stupid.


Well said, Nora! I always thought so. Which is why I didn't do law.

HELMER. Nora, I would gladly work for you night and day, and endure sorrow and hardship for your sake. But no man can be expected to sacrifice his honour, even for the person he loves.
NORA. Millions of women have done it.


See, sweetie? ASSHOLE.




Previously, on Book Glomp 2008:
Middlemarch | Invisible Monsters | A Thousand Splendid Suns | Love in the Time of Cholera | Oscar and Lucinda | Kim | Breakfast at Tiffany's | Atonement | To the Lighthouse | On the Road | Brideshead Revisited | Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance | Bonjour Tristesse | A Passage to India | Three Men in a Boat | Vile Bodies | Prozac Nation | The Heart of the Matter | Jinx; Airhead | Doomsday Book | The Gum Thief | Choke | The Stone Gods | Beauty | Before They Are Hanged | The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation | Franny and Zooey | Girl in a Blue Dress
 
 
 
Racey Laceyklasie on December 16th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)
I had to read that for a world lit class. It's spectacularly ridiculous, but I was the only person in my class who thought so, which is disturbing in retrospect.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Scene girls: black tiarascoradh on December 16th, 2008 10:23 am (UTC)
But it is just as you say, SPECTACULARLY ridiculous. Like, lalala, debt and OH I'M LEAVING NOW, BYE. I get that they all treated each other like dolls, but at the very least there should have been some kinky dressing-up sex, if that was the theme.
Racey Laceyklasie on December 17th, 2008 04:36 am (UTC)
Yeah, I kept hoping with all the blackmail flying around, someone would at least think to extort sexual favors. But no. It all ended in incredulous disappointment for me.
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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: Bookishscoradh on December 18th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
I can't honestly say if I'm an Ibsen fan or not ... unless all his work is like this, in which case, NO.
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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: Candy lipsscoradh on December 18th, 2008 08:01 pm (UTC)
He certainly has a knack for, um, picking names. >.>