Henrik Ibsen - pictured here - the greatest playwright of the modern age and arguably second only to W.S. since Antiquity - died precisely 100 years ago today, on May 23, 1906. So, then, did the world change.
My favourite of his plays, and one whose inexorable pressure of construction and execution I find aggravating to the soul and profoundly satisfying in the way all literary terror is, is The Wild Duck - the conflict between art and science, illusion and truth, reason and madness, are calculated and unleashed so lyrically in it. But all will have their favourite Ibsen moment.
http://www.odin.dep.no/odin/engelsk/norway/history/032005-990396/index-dok000-b-n-a.html
My favourite of his plays, and one whose inexorable pressure of construction and execution I find aggravating to the soul and profoundly satisfying in the way all literary terror is, is The Wild Duck - the conflict between art and science, illusion and truth, reason and madness, are calculated and unleashed so lyrically in it. But all will have their favourite Ibsen moment.
http://www.odin.dep.no/odin/engelsk/norway/history/032005-990396/index-dok000-b-n-a.html
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