Ibsen’s “Ghosts” of long dead values
Currently, the Soul Pepper Theatre in Toronto’s distillery district is staging Ibsen’s Ghosts; thus one can safely dissect the hypocrisies of the 19th century Norwegian bourgeoisie in the happy company of the 21st century Canadian equivalent. Since the characters in the play are moral hypocrites, it is safe to say that no one in the audience will experience the shock of recognition. None of our pretences are so Biblical.
The play doesn’t work though and it’s only partly due to the staging. Few of the actors have the gravity of bearing that one expects in characters embedded in a societal regime of virtues constantly performed: they seem too loose, too easygoing. As played by Joseph Zeigler, Pastor Manders comes off a bit like John Candy playing a coach; the character as written is a hypocrite, but not a buffoon. Ibsen’s plays are about the individual’s struggle to be free of something overwhelming and powerful, so Manders has to be a commanding presence, but he often comes across more like a pest than a scourge. He’s a man out of time here, performing virtues for a different audience than ours. Many of his lines got laughs in Toronto, but none were written as punch lines.
But the fault might lie not in Soul Pepper’s stars but in ourselves. Ibsen is exceedingly difficult to perform straight to contemporary audiences, who might be more inclined to laugh than shudder. It’s an irony of history that Ibsen’s lacerating indictment of his society serves mainly to flatter our own. When Ghosts was first performed, it was called a “dirty deed done in public”; now he’s second only to Shakespeare in popularity and for a good reason: he reminds us how miserable it was to live under the values we’ve mostly rejected. He assures us that the Victorian regime of virtue was just play acting- no one could really live that way! He calls it out as a crippling denial of the life force, which one can be assured we don’t deny; just look at our credit card bills! For modern audiences, Ibsen the pugilist fights a battle that has already been won. He confirms our feminism, applauds our honesty about ourselves, and agrees with us about the ill effects of repression. He’s safe.
{Note: Without flattering myself that this post will bring about a deafening response from the commentariat, I’d still like to note that I’m currently restricting myself to an hour online per day, so will respond perhaps be a bit slow in my responses.}
Like Ginsberg, Ibsen might be stuck in the social problems of his time. It’s the timeless and strange aspects of great writers which allow them to translate across generations.
But, going deeper, as you hint at, we may only think we’re past those social ills.Report
It is interesting how the function Ibsen performs for us as a modern audience is so very different from his original intent. Mind you, the change in worldview represents his triumph, so it is hard to think that this would displease him.
One does wonder if the same vices would attract his ire today, however.Report
I actually haven’t read or seen any of Ibsen’s plays (though I do have a volume I picked up for a buck when Borders was closing, and I do know that Joyce thought he could translate him, so that counts for something, right?) so almost all of my experience with Ibsen comes from the 30-minute tangent a Greek professor of mine went off on while we were supposed to be talking about Sophokles/reading the Trachiniae. (This–though not necessarily Ibsen–happened frequently, sometimes to better or worse effect.) He got to Ibsen by responding to one of my classmates coming too close to reading Antigone as a (proto?)feminist text: Ibsen (A Doll’s House and Hedda Gabler, I believe) were brought in as examples not of misreading texts as feminist (well, this was a minor part of the argument) but of a greater habit of misreading texts by mapping them onto the contemporary world and finding confirmation of our own beliefs in them.
This is something I worry about frequently — and while Louis Zukofsky may kill me by the end of the month, I think he might just, in the meantime, teach me how to detect my own literary confirmation bias pretty effectively.Report
I think Ibsen once said he was interested in people struggling against the terms of their lives and not at all in their freeing themselves, which might speak to that.
Honestly, I prefer Strindberg over Ibsen, although it might not be totally appropriate to make the comparison in the first place.Report