This review will only be about 3 of the 4 plays contained, as I had read A Doll's House previously and already gave a review on how much I enjoyed the play. These 3 plays were a bit more challenging to place, but I still enjoyed them nonetheless.
The Wild Duck was a harsh slap in the face to start out with. It's a story of an individual whose father was disgraced by his "rival" and served a heavy punishment due to their risky business avenues. Thereafter, the other partner prospered, while our main character's father was left a shell of himself and only retained a portion of his former military glory. In present day, we are introduced to our character in an awkward meal at the house of his father's former rival, as he is good friends with his son and is invited, but does not stay long. After he leaves, his friend reproaches his father for his treatment and starts to resent all that he learns his father has done to try and repent for his actions against this other family, as he feels it is not fair to his friend, and takes it upon himself to reveal it all to him. Over the course of the play we learn the family is rather poor, but happy in their own life with a daughter of their own while becoming photographers. They even have a garret to themselves where they keep a variety of wildlife, including a wild duck given to them by this other man's father, which is their daughter's prized possession. However, we, along with our main character, slowly learn that all of these things, his wife, the duck, and even his own daughter, are due to the other man feeling sorry for him and gifting him these things (although his daughter is more to cover up his own behavior with his wife, who was formerly the maid), and he absolutely loses his mind and goes on a bender when he learns the truth. He refuses to acknowledge his daughter, who adores him, is ready to move out, when his friend instills the idea in his daughter's mind that she should kill the duck with a gun to show her true loyalty. Well, she shoots something, but they end up finding it was herself, in an attempt to bring her family closer together. The friend is over the moon, as the doctor is disgusted with something that is clearly his idea, and warns him that this is only a temporary fix for this man's "ideal" and won't fix all the problems that have been created. A really deep tale of someone who is given everything and attempts to fix others by searching for this "ideal" that simply doesn't exist in the world, and by doing so, kills an innocent child indirectly.
Hedda Gabler is another strange and sad play. In it, Hedda is born of a powerful family, but decides to settle down with a man she doesn't particularly love, mostly because she is growing old and knows he will be an eventual success. She is mean-spirited, cruel, and clearly despises all the things he attempts to do for her. She slowly broods her lot in life, until it is learned that her husband's old colleague, and her old fling, is back in town and is a raging success. Everyone finds this odd, as he used to be a raging alcoholic that was destined to throw himself to disrepair, so Hedda gets to plotting and gets him invited to her place as she learns more. Turns out, her husband's old lover has secretly been working with this man on his book, which is why it's so good, and has been a good change in his life to get him to lay off the booze. However, he quickly becomes infatuated with Hedda again, and she twists him around her finger again to lead him back down that dark path and sabotage his own work for her pleasure. She eventually drives him to drink and then to commit suicide with her weapon, but still doesn't find pleasure in it, as her husband and his former lover delve into a state of hard work to avenge his death. So that she can finally be free from both him and now the judge, who knows the truth of the weapons, she kills herself in the end. An odd look at woman's empowerment of the time, and how warped her own sense of self became due to her ridiculous standards and ego. There are also glimpses at her own cowardice, and how her first, and only, act of her own within the whole play is to finally end it all.
The last story, The Master Builder, was maybe the oddest of the bunch, but also the most intriguing. This went through the life of a Master Builder, who had a strong sense of self, but was clearly worried about the newer generation trying to outdo him and take over his business. As a result, he refused to give his drawer any positive feedback. At the same time, he clearly had a strange relationship with his wife, and all this was laid to bare when a strange woman came to town claiming that he told her she could be his princess when she was of age. Outraged that he didn't return to her village, she came searching for him. During her tale, he discusses the amount of luck he has had in his life, and how it has almost sought him out, and almost in his time of need, once again a lucky damsel has reached out to him. She learns that he is no longer happy with his wife, if ever he was, because in order to reach his heights as Master Builder, they lost their two children in a house fire (well not in it, but shortly after) along with her childhood home, and it completely crushed her will to live. This new woman, however, wishes to return him to his former glory, gets him to finish his home in the countryside that he has been building, and wants him to go on the roof, as is the tradition, and put the wreath on the weathervane as she saw him do when she was little. Problem is, he is naturally a dizzy person, but this new woman of course convinces him. The moment comes, and of course, he falls to his death, smashing his head on the way down. It's an interesting tale of luck and greatness does not necessarily equal happiness, and almost a similar thought as the tale of Icarus, where he attempts to continue to soar to these dizzying heights, and while he knew it would lead to his downfall, this voice inside his head (the new woman) pushes him to try anyway and ultimately costs him his life.
Overall, another great collection by Ibsen, who I have come to enjoy more and more. He has a very dark style of writing, which is difficult to nail down, but I love the boundaries he pushes and the glimpses he gives us of everyday homes in those times. None of these tales are something that couldn't happen, but are warped in a way that make them reach a fever pitch by the end due to an outstanding circumstance. It reminds me a lot of the Russian way of writing, as it feels like it touches on the mystical, but doesn't need to go too far down these pathways because it's even more harrowing to think of this being so close to home.