Zefaan KanwarSarah WalkerIB Lang and Lit SL Y228thJanuary 2018 Rationale My Written Task isbased on the 19th century play “A Doll’s House,” written by Henrik Ibsen. Formy part 3 (literature – texts and contexts) written task I have decided towrite a letter from Nora to Torvald as it gives me an opportunity to write howa woman who has been restricted with four walls of her house can gain identityand individuality by leaving her sexist husband and a society that is based onthe strict Victorian standards.  The focus of this WTdeals with changes that have come in Nora’s life ever since she left Torvald.

Through this letter I (Nora) wrote to Torvald about how he had not been fit tobe Nora’s husband. This type of personal letter is important as it not onlygives a chance for Nora to vent up her latent feelings, but it also serves as arealization to Torvald that a woman too has a voice and existence. This letterwill help Torvald understand how he suffocated a woman under his sexist andmasochistic views, and forced her to rebel against society.   The context of this WT is that Nora left her homeand children in an impulsive way. The audience is Torvald alone as it is a personalletter. The purpose of this task is to tell Torvald that Nora has beensuccessful in finding a new identity. She is neither a doll nor a subservientwoman; she is now a working woman who equates herself on equal footing withmen. I will be addressing the following learning outcome, “Understand theattitudes and values expressed by “A Doll’s House” and its impact on readers.

”   Word count: 275 words                           Written Task Nora25, White SquareLondon January 25th, 1883 Torvald HelmerGustav Vigeland RoadOslo 370201Norway Dear Torvald, It has been almost two years since left you, andever since then my life has been a struggle for survival. Though, the world isbigger than just Norway, so I came to London in order to achieve my dreams. Inmy childhood I read about London and the wave of feminism rising here, andafter leaving your house I felt that London would be the best destination forme. I was right. I found that London provided womenwith a lot of opportunities to become self-reliant and independent.

I startedworking at a café and also took night classes to learn the English language. It was then that I realized that women in the modern worldneed to change. The first thing they can do to change their condition is byeducating themselves.  I am staying at a workingwomen’s hostel and in thecompany of other women. They have helped me realize that my life with you wasmeaningless. Today I have a life that has meaning and a purpose.

I am workingfor an NGO that promotes equality among men and women in the 19thcentury. My life has not been easy. How I missed my childrenafter leaving our home! But I moulded myself into a woman with nerves of steeland muscles of iron. My metamorphosis did take time, but today I feel like Imade the right decision.

 I often feel nostalgic, and the loom of time starts circlingbefore my eyes. I remember how happy I was when I found that I could be of helpto you by doing work secretly. Even today my words to Kristine resonate in my ears,”I was lucky enough to get a lot ofcopying to do; so, I locked myself up and sat writing every evening until quitelate at night. Many a time I was desperately tired; but all the same it was atremendous pleasure to sit there working and earning money. It was like being aman.” Yes.

I felt like a man; like your equal. But I was highly mistakenabout my worth in your eyes, which were blinded by the Victorian social andcultural values that dictated the code of conduct for a woman. Regardless, I try to forget and forgive you. Though, thewords you used for me, “a doll,” a “skylark,” and “a squirrel” fill me with anger.

Not only did you dehumanize me, but you also used me as a puppet. Seducing mewith your sweetened words, “..

.all that beauty thatis mine, all my very own,” “What, am I not your husband?” Not onlythis, you used to address me in third person!Your words “Yes, take a good look at her -Isn’t she charming..

. But she is terribly self-willed, this sweet littleperson. What are we to do with her?” still resonate in my eardrums, and I feelfurious.  Youknow, I always hoped for a miracle to happen.

I had hopes that you would be proudof me when you came to know of my little secret. But it was all my imaginationthat had taken me too far from reality. I always considered you my other half, butyou treated me as if I was a child, as if I was your daughter. What broke my heart is that instead of appreciating myefforts you disgraced me and compared me to my father, which is not appropriateat all. You shouted at me, “Very likeyour father.

You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, assoon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know whereit has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood.” Wasthis the reward of working day and night in the dark room, earning every pennyto repay the loan I had taken when you were sick? It is very deplorable that you called my noble intentionsnothing but forgery. How you blurted, “Whata horrible awakening! All these eight years—she who was my joy and pride—aHypocrite, a liar—worse, worse—a criminal! The unutterable Ugliness of it all!—For shame! For shame!” But what was shameful in your eyes was justifiablein my heart. I did everything with a noble and honourable purpose.

 Yes, I forged the signature of my father. But it was only toget the loan and take you abroad for convalescing. On one hand you called mewords, and on the other Krogstad blackmailed me by threating to expose me. Infact, he even frightened me by talking about committing suicide, “Under theice, perhaps? Down in the cold, coal-black water? And then, in the spring, to floatup to the surface, all horrible and unrecognizable, with your hair fallen out-“and I renounced the notion ofending my life by jumping into a river. Mylife in your home was like a puppet’s. I had no freedom, no identity.

Youforced the Tarantella on me and ordered me to practice it vigorously as it gaveyou pleasure. You would order me to practice saying, “I shall hear nothing; you can make as much noise as youplease.” Are you scaredof seeing the real me? There is no end to my grievances, but I am notwriting the letter to recount my miseries. Instead I wish to inform you thatevery cloud has a silver lining. I am a changed person now, self-reliant, independentand free.

I love my children, and I will come to them when I am in a positionto bring them up on my own. As far as you are concerned, I would like to thankyou for making me realize the problems with society and gender roles in thisworld.  Yours sincerely,Nora Word count: 996 words Works Cited: Ibsen, Henrik, and PeterWatts. A Doll’s House. Penguin, 2003. 

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