Summary
Christmas garlands shimmer like frost-bitten shackles around Nora Helmer’s gilded cage: a drawing-room scented of burnt sugar and moral rot. Years earlier she forged her dead father’s looping signature to snatch Torvald from the jaws of death; now the IOU sits in Nils Krogstad’s pocket, ticking louder than any nursery clock. The tarantella she rehearses for the masquerade—heels drumming, silk skirt whirling—mirrors the frantic spin of her secret life, each pirouette a small scream beneath the smile. Torvald, all starched evening wear and patriarchal benevolence, calls her skylark and squander-bird while tightening the bars with every pet name. Their children bounce in like cherubic echoes, props in a tableau of bourgeois perfection; Nora tickles them, buys them toys, yet feels her soul leak out through the cracks of a doll’s porcelain grin. When Krogstad’s blackmail letter slips into the locked letterbox, the house itself seems to inhale—wallpaper roses wilting, gaslights guttering—as though the domestic stage suspects its star is about to bolt. The climactic tête-à-tête arrives at midnight: Torvald’s tirade of outrage, then instant forgiveness once danger passes, lays bare the marriage’s ledger—his reputation on the asset side, Nora’s personhood written off as petty cash. She changes into a plain walking dress, drapes the silk shawl across her arm like a surrender flag, and speaks the door slam heard ’round the world: a sonic boom that fractures the proscenium of Victorian certainty.
Nora Helmer has years earlier committed a forgery in order to save the life of her authoritarian husband Torvald. Now she is being blackmailed lives in fear of her husband's finding out and of the shame such a revelation would bring to his career. But when the truth comes out, Nora is shocked to learn where she really stands in her husband's esteem.
