Rather a trial for me, as this isn't really my preferred style, and given the choice, I think I'd rather read Balzac, who at least doesn't make pretensions to artistic worth. Of these three plays, only Ghosts seems all that well-made; the wonderful turn at the end of A Doll's House might be of interest to literary historians, but it's hard for someone like me (i.e., someone who has read a bit of 20th century drama; also, not unrelated, someone who was never oppressed by 19th century bourgeois norms or an idiot husband) to get enthralled by it. Enemy is tiresomely didactic; Pillars saccharine. Those more interested in defending Ibsen might well argue that that's all irony, and perhaps they're right, but if so, it doesn't come across well enough. ( )