Il Costruttore Solness
1892

The great architect Halvard Solness has built a kingdom on the hills of Norway, but his towers cast long shadows. At the height of his powers, he is devoured by a terror he cannot name: the fear that young forces are rising to supplant him, that his creative fire is dying, that the younger generation will do what he once did and do it better. His assistant Ragnar Brovik dreams of building homes of his own. His wife Aline carries the weight of a fire that killed their children years ago, a fire Solness barely escaped. And then there's Hilde Wangel, a strange young woman who arrives with the force of fate itself, insisting that Solness once promised her a kingdom. What follows is a psychological duel that builds toward an inevitable, devastating climax. Ibsen strips a man down to his core anxieties and shows us the machinery of a great ego destroying itself. This is a play about what happens when a man who has built everything discovers he has built his own prison.
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“Haven't you ever noticed, Hilde, how seductive, how inviting . . . the impossible is?””
— Henrik Ibsen
“A talent for building children's souls, Hilde. So building their souls that they might grow straight and fine, nobly and beautifully formed, to their full human stature. That was where Aline's talent lay.””
— Henrik Ibsen
“It is the small losses in life that cut one to the heart.””
— Henrik Ibsen
“But he got right to the top. And I heard harps in the air. My - my master builder!””
— Henrik Ibsen
“No, it is the small losses in life that cut one to the heart”
— Henrik Ibsen
“That all this I have to make up for, to pay for”
— Henrik Ibsen
“Then I saw plainly why he had taken my little children from me. It was that I should have nothing else to attach myself to.””
— Henrik Ibsen
“There's no need to worry about you. You have your duty towards her. Live for that duty.””
— Henrik Ibsen




