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    Ghosts

    By Henrik Ibsen

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    "Ghosts" is the story of Helen Alving, a widow who is haunted by the many mistresses of her deceased husband and by her son who has inherited syphilis from his philandering father. "Ghosts" is a scathing indictment of Victorian society in which Ibsen refutes the notion that if one simply fulfills one's duty rather than following one's desires then a good and noble life will be achieved. Scandalous in its day for its frank discussion of venereal disease and marriage infidelity, "Ghosts" remains to this day an intense psychological drama and sharp social criticism.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigireads.com Publishing
    Release dateJan 1, 2010
    ISBN9781596743342
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    Henrik Ibsen

    Born in 1828, Henrik Ibsen was a Norwegian playwright and poet, often associated with the early Modernist movement in theatre. Determined to become a playwright from a young age, Ibsen began writing while working as an apprentice pharmacist to help support his family. Though his early plays were largely unsuccessful, Ibsen was able to take employment at a theatre where he worked as a writer, director, and producer. Ibsen’s first success came with Brand and Peter Gynt, and with later plays like A Doll’s House, Ghosts, and The Master Builder he became one of the most performed playwrights in the world, second only to William Shakespeare. Ibsen died in his home in Norway in 1906 at the age of 78.

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    • 4/5
      Ibsen's plays really take you to the end of 19th century - and make youfeel the anxiety caused by social pressures and hypocrisy and seek the power to break free from the rules and conventions and reach for something real.
    • 3/5
      a play about Mrs. Alving a widow,who was accused by Pastor Manders,of failing in providing enough moral guidance to her son Oswald....

      MANDERS. Just as you once disowned a wife's duty, so you have since
      disowned a mother's.

      MRS. ALVING. Ah--!

      MANDERS. You have been all your life under the dominion of a
      pestilent spirit of self-will. The whole bias of your mind has been
      towards insubordination and lawlessness. You have never known how to
      endure any bond. Everything that has weighed upon you in life you
      have cast away without care or conscience, like a burden you were
      free to throw off at will. It did not please you to be a wife any
      longer, and you left your husband. You found it troublesome to be a
      mother, and you sent your child forth among strangers.

      MRS. ALVING. Yes, that is true. I did so.

      MANDERS. And thus you have become a stranger to him.

      MRS. ALVING. No! no! I am not.


      after this conversation,Mrs. Alving was forced to tell the truth that she had kept hidden.that Captain Alving was an awful man who was unfaithful throughout his life....

      there are many symbols in this play....
      the ghosts which are MRS. ALVING thoughts....lies about the past and her fear to say the truth,that should be told....
      Oswald last wish before dying is to see the sun light ,he kept crying out for the sun. which symbolize for the joy of life which he always seeks....
      The fire that destroys the orphanage which she was naming after her husband name....that destroyed the whole building,and eliminated all the deception.....

      MANDERS. And it is to this man that you raise a memorial?

      MRS. ALVING. There you see the power of an evil conscience.

      MANDERS. Evil--? What do you mean?

      MRS. ALVING. It always seemed to me impossible but that the truth
      must come out and be believed. So the Orphanage was to deaden all
      rumours and set every doubt at rest.
    • 3/5
      Excellently written, dark, controversial at time and now drama about all kinds of unpleasantries that affect peoples lives from 'dissipated lives' to euthanasia and using morphine to commit suicide cos of VD. I will explore Ibsens Ouvre.
    • 2/5
      Dilemma’s: -erfelijkheid (Oswald)-hypocrisie en burgerlijke moraal:Manders-vrouwenplicht: mrs Alving-respect voor ouders: Regina (weer erg engelachtig)-euthanasie: Oswaldniet helemaal geslaagd!
    • 3/5
      A powerful, controversial play (like most of his), he conveys a less than sterling relationship between mother and son that disintegrates when the truth comes out and the son's mind deteriorates. The truth will always out.
    • 3/5
      Hey, Whoopi Goldberg isn't in this...I found the play interesting, but Oswald's hysterics were melodramatic and bordered on comical. For a better play about a dysfunctional family, read Tennessee Williams.

    Book preview

    Ghosts - Henrik Ibsen

    DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

    MRS. ALVING, a widow.

    OSWALD ALVING, her son, an artist.

    MANDERS, the Pastor of the parish.

    ENGSTRAND, a carpenter.

    REGINA ENGSTRAND, his daughter, in Mrs. Alving’s service.

    [The action takes place at Mrs. Alving’s house on one of the larger fjords of Western Norway.]

    ACT I.

    [SCENE.—A large room looking upon a garden door in the left-hand wall, and two in the right. In the middle of the room, a round table with chairs set about it, and books, magazines and newspapers upon it. In the foreground on the left, a window, by which is a small sofa with a work-table in front of it. At the back the room opens into a conservatory rather smaller than the room. From the right-hand side of this, a door leads to the garden. Through the large panes of glass that form the outer wall of the conservatory, a gloomy fjord landscape can be discerned, half-obscured by steady rain.

    ENGSTRAND is standing close to the garden door. His left leg is slightly deformed, and he wears a boot with a clump of wood under the sole. REGINA, with an empty garden-syringe in her hand, is trying to prevent his coming in.]

    REGINA. [Below her breath.] What is it you want? Stay where you are. The rain is dripping off you.

    ENGSTRAND. God’s good rain, my girl.

    REGINA. The Devil’s own rain, that’s what it is!

    ENGSTRAND. Lord, how you talk, Regina. [Takes a few limping steps forward.] What I wanted to tell you was this—

    REGINA. Don’t clump about like that, stupid! The young master is lying asleep upstairs.

    ENGSTRAND. Asleep still? In the middle of the day?

    REGINA. Well, it’s no business of yours.

    ENGSTRAND. I was out on a spree last night—

    REGINA. I don’t doubt it.

    ENGSTRAND. Yes, we are poor weak mortals, my girl—

    REGINA. We are indeed.

    ENGSTRAND.—and the temptations of the world are manifold, you know—but, for all that, here I was at my work at half-past five this morning.

    REGINA. Yes, yes, but make yourself scarce now. I am not going to stand here as if I had a rendezvous with you.

    ENGSTRAND. As if you had a what?

    REGINA. I am not going to have anyone find you here; so now you know, and you can go.

    ENGSTRAND. [Coming a few steps nearer.] Not a bit of it! Not before we have had a little chat. This afternoon I shall have finished my job down at the school house, and I shall be off home to town by tonight’s boat.

    REGINA. [Mutters.] Pleasant journey to you!

    ENGSTRAND. Thanks, my girl. Tomorrow is the opening of the Orphanage, and I expect there will be a fine kick-up here and plenty of good strong drink, don’t you know. And no one shall say of Jacob Engstrand that he can’t hold off when temptation comes in his way.

    REGINA. Oho!

    ENGSTRAND. Yes, because there will be a lot of fine folk here tomorrow. Parson Manders is expected from town, too.

    REGINA. What’s more, he’s coming today.

    ENGSTRAND. There you are! And I’m going to be precious careful he doesn’t have anything to say against me, do you see?

    REGINA. Oh, that’s your game, is it?

    ENGSTRAND. What do you mean?

    REGINA. [With a significant look at him.] What is it you want to humbug Mr. Manders out of this time?

    ENGSTRAND. Sh! Sh! Are you crazy? Do you suppose I would want to humbug Mr. Manders? No, no—Mr. Manders has always been too kind a friend for me to do that. But what I wanted to talk to you about, was my going back home tonight.

    REGINA. The sooner you go, the better I shall be pleased.

    ENGSTRAND. Yes, only I want to take you with me, Regina.

    REGINA. [Open-mouthed.] You want to take me—? What did you say?

    ENGSTRAND. I want to take you home with me, I said.

    REGINA. [Contemptuously.] You will never get me home with you.

    ENGSTRAND. Ah, we shall see about that.

    REGINA. Yes, you can be quite certain we shall see about that. I, who have been brought up by a lady like Mrs. Alving?—I, who have been treated almost as if I were her own child?—do you suppose I am going home with you?—to such a house as yours? Not likely!

    ENGSTRAND. What the devil do you mean? Are you setting yourself up against your father, you hussy?

    REGINA. [Mutters, without looking at him.] You have often told me I was none of yours.

    ENGSTRAND. Bah!—why do you want to pay any attention to that?

    REGINA. Haven’t you many and many a time abused me and called me a—? For shame?

    ENGSTRAND. I’ll swear I never used such an ugly word.

    REGINA. Oh, it doesn’t matter what word you used.

    ENGSTRAND. Besides, that was only when I was a bit fuddled—hm! Temptations are manifold in this world, Regina.

    REGINA. Ugh!

    ENGSTRAND. And it was when your mother was in a nasty temper. I had to find some way of getting my knife into her, my girl. She was always so precious gentile. [Mimicking her.] "Let go, Jacob! Let me be! Please to remember that I was three years with the Alvings at Rosenvold, and they were people who went to Court! [Laughs.] Bless my soul, she never could forget that Captain Alving got a Court appointment while she was in service here.

    REGINA. Poor mother—you worried her into her grave pretty soon.

    ENGSTRAND. [Shrugging his shoulders.] Of course, of course; I have got to take the blame for everything.

    REGINA. [Beneath her breath, as she turns away.] Ugh—that leg, too!

    ENGSTRAND. What are you saying, my girl?

    REGINA. Pied de mouton.

    ENGSTRAND. Is that English?

    REGINA. Yes.

    ENGSTRAND. You have had a good education out here, and no mistake; and it may stand you in good stead now, Regina.

    REGINA. [After a short silence.] And what was it you wanted me to come to town for?

    ENGSTRAND. Need you ask why a father wants his only child? Ain’t I a poor lonely widower?

    REGINA. Oh, don’t come to me with that tale. Why do you want me to go?

    ENGSTRAND. Well, I must tell you I am thinking of taking up a new line now.

    REGINA. [Whistles.] You have tried that so often—but it has always proved a fool’s errand.

    ENGSTRAND. Ah, but this time you will just see, Regina! Strike me dead if—

    REGINA. [Stamping her foot.] Stop swearing!

    ENGSTRAND. Sh! Sh!—you’re quite right, my girl, quite right! What I wanted to say was only this, that I have put by a tidy penny out of what I have made by working at this new Orphanage up here.

    REGINA. Have you? All the better for you.

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