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Love's Comedy, Orange Tree Theatre
Early Ibsen finds the playwright in his awkward adolescence
1866 was a crucial watershed in Henrik Ibsen’s writing career. As a man he may have come of age some 20 years earlier, but it was only at almost 40 that his writing attained brooding, bearded maturity in Brand, the first in the sequence of plays that we now accept as the Ibsen canon. It’s a brave director indeed who delves into the playwright’s juvenilia, but so numerous are the early works and so exotic their prospect (for who could resist the enticements of The Burial Mound or indeed Lady Inger of Oestraat?) that they are becoming an increasingly well-trodden – or at any rate frequently trodden – path.
Love’s Comedy is the latest in what has been a year of less-travelled Ibsen. Last winter saw his final work When We Dead Awaken at Notting Hill’s Print Room, and just a few months ago the playwright’s rare comedy St John’s Night had an outing at the Jermyn Street Theatre. Neither as starkly symbolic as the former nor as glibly satirical as the latter, Love’s Comedy offers a contemplative discourse on love, ambition and society. On the page it’s a rather indulgent piece of philosophical exegesis, on the stage it feels a little like peeking into the teenage diaries of a friend.
Those weaned on Ibsen’s brutal endings can find a suitably bitter early draft here
The writer’s personality, his preferred expressions, preoccupations and concerns are all already recognisably present, but are delivered in an uncensored rush of heightened passion and conviction. Here is the spirited, independent young woman (cruelly bound, need I say, by social conventions), the idealistic poet and the warring claims of church and society. Anyone worried that the fragile metaphorical fabric of A Doll’s House might give way under all its birds and cages should steel themselves for the elaborate aviary of images that await, and those weaned on Ibsen’s brutal endings can find a suitably bitter early draft here.
The story follows Falk, a poet and lodger at the home of widow Mrs Halm (Julia Watson, pictured right). While his friend and fellow-lodger Lind becomes engaged to the wholesome Anna Halm, Falk himself is drawn to her rebellious sister Swanhild, also an object of interest to the wealthy Guldstad. The hopes and aspirations of these two pairs of young lovers are set against the lapsed romance of lawyer Styver and Miss Jay, and the lengthy marriage of pastor Strawmand and his wife (and their twelve children).
The problems with the play – and there are many – all start with the language. Stylised and densely poetic in the original, Don Carleton’s translation opts to preserve elements in the dialogue of his aspirational characters. Thus while the pragmatists are condemned to speak only prose, Falk and Swanhild engage in rather awkwardly rhymed exchanges. Slipping in and out of “poetry” only makes matters worse, jolting the ear back into consciousness every time it manages to relax into the over-eager rhymes that race each other to the climax of each line.
Then there’s the issue of structure. Just as Ibsen’s hero exhorts his fellows to break free from conventions and live free from formal bonds and boundaries, so the playwright himself seems to attempt a form that circumvents accepted dramatic practices. The result is at best reading richly ambiguous and at worst deeply confused. And pacing doesn’t help either; at around three hours long this domestic miniature sags and bags ungracefully in scenes of uniformly epic proportions.
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