Henrik
Ibsen was not the most playful of playwrights, but he did pull off an
occasional head fake to confuse his audience. Case in point: The opening act of
his later work, The Master Builder.
We
open on a scene of both professional and domestic turmoil. Presiding over his
home office, Solness the master builder carries on a clandestine relationship
with his secretary, Kaja. His wife suspects, and so does Kaja’s fiancé, Ragnar,
who works diligently but unhappily as Solness’s assistant. Then comes an early
revelation from Solness that he merely toys with the secretary’s affections to
keep her working for him, so Ragnar will keep working for him, too.
SOLNESS: But
now, you see it’s becoming such a damned nuisance. Day after day I’ve got to
walk about here pretending I…And it’s not fair on her, poor thing. [Vehemently] But there’s nothing else I can do! Because if she runs away from me – then
away goes Ragnar, too.
It
all seems building to a big climax, as we have already witnessed Ragnar’s
father – once Solness’s boss, now his ailing underling – ask in vain that his
son be given a chance at a commission of his own. Solness is stubborn and cold.
Something, it seems, will have to give.
Alas,
just as we are wondering how this will sort itself out, a young woman appears
at Solness’s door, with a story about an odd meeting she and Solness had in the
distant past. Just like that, whoosh, away goes the Ragnar-and-Kaja story.
Instead, the play settles into something else entirely, a tale of youth and
madness involving Solness and this mysterious young woman, Hilde.
The Master Builder is an
often-performed major play of Ibsen’s, if not held in the same regard as his
best-known works. I don’t find it a particularly successful play, but it is
intriguing, anchored by a pair of enjoyably outsized characters in Solness and
Hilde. The issues at the heart of the play are rather cryptic, and the ending rushed
and unconvincing, but while it follows its odd course, it keeps you watching
and reading.
The
issue of a past relationship between Solness and Hilde is at the heart of the
play. Did he really make amorous advances on a girl of 12 or 13? Was she
genuinely encouraged by this, like she claims, or is she motivated by a more
modern sense of disapproval at his trespass?
Solness
himself seems skeptical whether this earlier meeting did take place. Maybe he’s
just covering for himself. How you take this may depend on the translation, if
you aren’t reading Ibsen’s original text. James McFarlane’s translation, which
appears in the Oxford World’s Classics volume I read, suggests Solness is
completely bewildered by Hilde’s claim because it probably never happened.
Another
translation by Michael Meyer, as performed in a 1988 BBC production with Leo
McKern as Solness and Miranda Richardson as Hilde, is more open-ended. Solness
here seems to harbor more specifically guilty feelings, and is less in the dark
initially about Hilde’s identity. Either way, ambiguity reigns.
Miranda Richardson as Hilde and Leo McKern as Solness, in the 1988 BBC adaptation. Image from www.alamy.com. |
SOLNESS [Puts his hand on
her arm]: Listen now…[HILDE makes
an impatient gesture with her arm. SOLNESS speaks as though a thought suddenly strikes him.] Or…wait a moment! There’s more in this
than meets the eye. I tell you. [HILDE
does not move. SOLNESS speaks
quietly but emphatically.] I must have thought it all. I must have willed it…wished
it…desired it. And then…Mightn’t that be the explanation? [HILDE remains silent. SOLNESS speaks impatiently.] All right, damn it…! So I did do it then!
HILDE [turns her head a
little without actually looking at him]: Then you admit it?
SOLNESS:
Yes, anything you like.
Solness
labors under a curse, which more than any specific behavior in his past impels
his involvement with Hilde in the play. A thoroughly modern man in the
Nietzschean will-to-power mold, Solness sees his life’s journey as a matter of
wanting what he wants, and then somehow getting it, with little or no active
agency on his own part. For example, he hated the house he shared with his
wife, so it burned down. He wasn’t responsible, but he was well-served enough
by the results to feel a sense of cosmically-aligned culpability.
An
idea is floated early on that Solness may be going mad. He thinks his wife
Aline believes this, too. “You see, in a way…she might have good grounds for
thinking so,” Solness tells a family friend, Dr. Herdal. Herdal dismisses this,
albeit uncomfortably.
At
the moment the thing Solness fears most in life is youth pushing him from the top
of his profession. Just as he’s telling Dr. Herdal: “One of these days, youth
is going to come here beating on the door…” Hilde does exactly that, a trifle on-the-nose
but getting our attention.
What
makes Hilde an unreliable witness is the fact she enjoys messing with Solness
so much. You can feel her using his foggy memory to her advantage. She knows
her attractiveness to him, and wastes no time settling into his house and
staking her claim.
Henrik Ibsen in later life. Image from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiPJdu6nG-I. |
“And
why not a bird of prey!” she replies. “Why shouldn’t I go hunting, too? Take
the prey I want if I can get my claws into it. And hold it firm.”
Her
prey, it soon becomes clear, is Solness himself. Again, the enigmatic question
comes up. Is she revenging herself in #MeToo fashion against a man who took
liberties with her when she was a girl? Or is she a coquettish nut who gets
pleasure from persecuting an innocent man?
An
Ibsen-Solness connection has been made since the time of Master Builder’s publication. Throughout this play, Ibsen makes
much of Solness’s sense of himself as an artist. Like Solness in his small
town, so big a deal that he crowds out the competition, Ibsen by this time was
widely regarded as a giant in his chosen field.
Does
this parallel bear scrutiny? Solness is actually a builder, not an architect; he leaves
the details of calculating stresses and strains to Ragnar’s father. He seems
excessively dependent on others, and too clutchy about his reputation to
merit Ibsen-level stature. As a writer, Henrik was his own man.
Solness’s
work parallels Ibsen’s in one particular: His choice of building. Once, Solness
was a great builder of churches, until working for God lost its appeal. Now he
prefers to build houses, “warm, cheerful, comfortable homes, where fathers and
mothers and their children could live together, secure and happy, and feeling
that it’s good to be alive.”
Something
of a similar shift in focus happened in Ibsen’s plays, which went from
broad-vistaed historical works and intellectual/metaphysical problem plays to
domestic dramas. Of course, the families featured in Ibsen’s plays weren’t usually
happy ones.
Solness,
too, sees the lie of a happy family in his own life:
SOLNESS: All
this I somehow have to make up for. Pay for. Not in money. But in human
happiness. And not with my own happiness alone. But also with others’. Don’t
you see that, Hilde! That’s the price my status as an artist has cost me – and
others. And every single day I have to stand by and watch this price being paid
for me anew. Over and over again – endlessly!
Does
Solness torture himself too much, or not enough? He is a perplexing figure,
more so unfortunately than Hilde, who feels less a person in her own right than
a rogue figment of Solness’s imagination. In fact, everyone in this play but
Solness begins to feel like supercargo after a while, existing only in their
relationship to him.
Aline
gets in a couple of zingers about her husband’s infidelity, but otherwise
behaves in a zombie-like way, prattling on always about her duty. She moans
about the loss of two young children, but seems more remorseful about the dolls
she lost in the house fire. Her situation should evoke sympathy; instead it
brings annoyance. She’s so gormless you don’t wonder why Solness keeps pining after
younger alternatives.
As
arresting a play as The Master Builder
is in its peculiar particulars, I get the sense it ran away from Ibsen at some
point. Ibsen himself works back eventually to the Ragnar part of his story, by
having Hilde push Solness into giving his underling a chance to build something
himself. But this part of the story remains buried by Ibsen’s tight focus on Hilde.
The
ending of Master Builder feels like
Ibsen shortchanging everyone, Solness and this reader included. Hilde demands
“a castle in the sky” where she can be a princess. Solness vows to provide her one,
as soon as he is done laying a wreath high atop his newest construction before a jubilant gathering of local admirers. Did I
mention Solness has a terrible fear of heights, and everyone but Hilde wants
him to be careful?
As flat and hard as that ending falls, it doesn’t discount the journey Ibsen
takes us on, or the penetrating if sometimes dizzying view he gives us
regarding this creative alter ego he constructed of himself, a man too
earthbound to entertain empyrean fantasies, but too foolish not to try.
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