Elias Rukla is a middle-aged high school teacher of Norwegian literature. His wife, Eva, is a former beauty whose looks have faded with age. Elias feels stranded in time, longing for deep connections and the exciting conversations and meaningful friendship of his youth with Eva's former husband, he is suddenly lit up by an insight into Ibsen's famous play, The Wild Duck, which Rukla has taught almost without feelings for years. However, he feels his students' hostility to him, as a pedantic professor teaching something they find meaningless and irrelevant to their lives. And suddenly this lack of comprehension and, as he perceives, irritation with him, becomes unbearable.
Rukla is both an ordinary man, trying to maintain his balance as he ages and thus becomes invisible to the society around him, still caught up emotionally in the past. He started out feeling his life had meaning, his work worthwhile, his intellect alive and gradually all of this has left him. His love for his beautiful wife seems to have dissipated with her beauty and his isolation is becoming unbearable to him (and to me, as reader).
This book is as lovely and sad as a poem. As a teacher, I felt particularly connected to Rukla's passions and fears that he has himself become irrelevant. It is frightening to think that the work you have dedicated your life to has become meaningless or that the way you have lived no longer matters.
Rukla's meditation over his past underscores his isolation, his feelings of disconnectedness seem to have been always already present in him but suddenly with the passing of youth, the hopefulness that belongs to beginnings, he experiences more fully and unbearably.
I found myself both moved and enraged by Rukla. He embodied my worst fears about myself and his inability to find a way to reconnect to his work and his life, his explosion (and implosion) caused by this, was moving, frightening, and irritating. Rukla's feelings of being cut-off from himself left me feeling cut off from his feelings as well, even as I wished he could find the meaning he so longed for.
Many of the authors Rukla loves are my favorite authors as well (and The Wild Duck is one of my favorite plays) so just the mention of them gave me pleasure and made me connect more to the novel. I felt both angry at the students for their indifference to literature and angry at Rukla for not being able to create a connection for them to these great works. Does the fault lie with him for not being a more creative, inspiring teacher or does (at least some) of the responsibility lie with the students for their arrogance in thinking they should always be entertained?
There is some humor (very little) in the work as Rukla imagines himself interviewed by great authors for the chance to be the lead character in one of their works. His dissatisfaction with his life for the most part manifests in his anger at the world for its misplaced values and his sense of himself as superior to everything that surrounds him. There both seems to be some truth to this-a feeling that perhaps everyone struggles with maintaining connections as they age to a new sense of themselves and their relationship to the world around them. Hopefully most of us can negotiate this more successfully than poor Rukla,
I would definitely like to read more of the work of this author. That is, after I have recovered from the draining effect of this text. I am curious as to how the beauty this book hints at might be explored in other works of his.
A short read with a big impact.