My hatred for Ibsen runs deep. Maybe because I grew up practically next door to his moral swamp, where every living room felt like a stage set for emotional suffocation. Maybe. But hear me out.
Ibsen and the Church of Self-Deception
My hatred for Ibsen runs deep. Maybe because I grew up practically next door to his moral swamp, where every living room felt like a stage set for emotional suffocation. Maybe. But hear me out.