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A Doll's House (Norwegian: Et dukkehjem; also translated as A Doll House) is a three-act play in prose by Henrik Ibsen. It premiered at the Royal Theatre in Copenhagen, Denmark, on 21 December 1879, having been published earlier that month. The play is significant for its critical attitude toward 19th century marriage norms. It aroused great controversy at the time, as it concludes with the protagonist, Nora, leaving her husband and children because she wants to discover herself. Ibsen was inspired by the belief that "a woman cannot be herself in modern society," since it is "an exclusively male society, with laws made by men and with prosecutors and judges who assess feminine conduct from a masculine standpoint." Its ideas can also be seen as having a wider application: Michael Meyer argued that the play's theme is not women's rights, but rather "the need of every individual to find out the kind of person he or she really is and to strive to become that person." In a speech given to the Norwegian Association for Women's Rights in 1898, Ibsen insisted that he "must disclaim the honor of having consciously worked for the women's rights movement," since he wrote "without any conscious thought of making propaganda," his task having been "the description of humanity."
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Difficult to create a bond with any of the characters. Nora is a completely failed juxtaposition of confused-child and liberated-feminist, stripping her of both relatability and being pitied.
Read it in class. Absolute trash. You mean to tell me a crazy, naive, idiotic woman suddenly has an epiphany regarding her shitty life and leaves her husband? Yeah, no. Not only was this poorly written but completely unheard of during that time. People back then hated it and people know praise it as being ahead of its time. I call it trash.
Edit 03/25/2019: Counting this as my Norway book around the world.
Original Review
I wish the ending was explored more. The whole thing was short, but the end was for sure rushed.
Fell in love with Ibsen when I first read this sometime during my freshman year, in 1966-67. A couple of years later in the Yale Art Museum, some friends and I came across a large portrait of Ibsen – with his large, muttonchop sideburns, he seemed impossibly cool and hip for 1969.
In the first two acts, it almost reads like a sitcom, straight out of I Love Lucy or I Married Joan. (You'll have be of a certain age to get both those references.)
But, in the end, Nora turns any comfortable expectations we had on their heads. I, for one, have to love her.
Reads just as well from my view now as it did in the 1960s foothills of the women's liberation movement.