Plays by August Strindberg, Second series — Text and Context

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Strindberg, August, 1849-1912, Björkman, Edwin, 1866-1951 [Translator] Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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This edition collects four Strindberg plays from 1888-1899, including 'Miss Julia' and 'Creditors,' in Edwin Björkman's translation. The volume captures Strindberg's post-crisis turn toward psychological drama, where class tension, sexual power struggles, and the weight of a single glance drive the action.
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Strindberg was fifty years old when he wrote "There Are Crimes and Crimes." In the same year, 1899, he produced three of his finest historical dramas: "The Saga of the Folkungs," "Gustavus Vasa," and "Eric XIV." Just before, he had finished "Advent," which he described as "A Mystery," and which was published together with "There Are Crimes and Crimes" under the common title of "In a Higher Court." Back of these dramas lay his strange confessional works, "Inferno" and "Legends," and the first two parts of his autobiographical dream-play, "Toward Damascus"--all of which were finished between May, 1897, and some time in the latter part of 1898. And back of these again lay that period of mental crisis, when, at Paris, in 1895 and 1896, he strove to make gold by the transmutation of baser metals, while at the same time his spirit was travelling through all the seven hells in its search for the heaven promised by the great mystics of the past.

"There Are Crimes and Crimes" may, in fact, be regarded as his first definite step beyond that crisis, of which the preceding works were at once the record and closing chord. When, in 1909, he issued "The Author," being a long withheld fourth part of his first autobiographical series, "The Bondwoman's Son," he prefixed to it an analytical summary of the entire body of his work. Opposite the works from 1897-8 appears in this summary the following passage: "The great crisis at the age of fifty; revolutions in the life of the soul, desert wanderings, Swedenborgian Heavens and Hells." But concerning "There Are Crimes and Crimes" and the three historical dramas from the same year he writes triumphantly: "Light after darkness; new productivity, with recovered Faith, Hope and Love--and with full, rock-firm Certitude."

In its German version the play is named "Rausch," or "Intoxication," which indicates the part played by the champagne in the plunge of _Maurice_ from the pinnacles of success to the depths of misfortune. Strindberg has more and more come to see that a moderation verging closely on asceticism is wise for most men and essential to the man of genius who wants to fulfil his divine mission. And he does not scorn to press home even this comparatively humble lesson with the naive directness and fiery zeal which form such conspicuous features of all his work.

But in the title which bound it to "Advent" at their joint publication we have a better clue to what the author himself undoubtedly regards as the most important element of his work--its religious tendency. The "higher court," in which are tried the crimes of _Maurice_, _Adolphe_, and _Henriette_, is, of course, the highest one that man can imagine. And the crimes of which they have all become guilty are those which, as _Adolphe_ remarks, "are not mentioned in the criminal code"--in a word, crimes against the spirit, against the impalpable power that moves us, against God. The play, seen in this light, pictures a deep-reaching spiritual change, leading us step by step from the soul adrift on the waters of life to the state where it is definitely oriented and impelled.

There are two distinct currents discernible in this dramatic revelation of progress from spiritual chaos to spiritual order-- for to order the play must be said to lead, and progress is implied in its onward movement, if there be anything at all in our growing modern conviction that _any_ vital faith is better than none at all. One of the currents in question refers to the means rather than the end, to the road rather than the goal. It brings us back to those uncanny soul-adventures by which Strindberg himself won his way to the "full, rock-firm Certitude" of which the play in its entirety is the first tangible expression. The elements entering into this current are not only mystical, but occult. They are derived in part from Swedenborg, and in part from that picturesque French dreamer who signs himself "Sar Péladan"; but mostly they have sprung out of Strindberg's own experiences in moments of abnormal tension.

Strindberg was fifty when he wrote 'There Are Crimes and Crimes,' the first play in this second series. The year was 1899, and he had just emerged from a period of intense personal crisis—recorded in works like 'Inferno' and 'Toward Damascus'—that he himself described as 'desert wanderings, Swedenborgian Heavens and Hells.' The four plays gathered here, translated by Edwin Björkman, span a decade of Strindberg's most concentrated dramatic output, from the naturalistic intensity of 'Miss Julia' (1888) to the symbolic reckoning of 'Creditors' and the one-act sparring of 'Pariah.'

What binds them is not plot but pressure: the pressure of a glance, a glove on a chair, a bell that makes a valet 'jump like a shy horse.' Strindberg builds his scenes from such charged details, and Björkman's English preserves their raw, almost clinical edge.

The Weight of a Boot and a Bell

In the excerpt from 'Miss Julia,' the valet Jean describes his reaction to the Count's boots: 'when I see his boots standing there so stiff and perky, it is as if something made my back bend.' The boots are not props; they are agents of a hierarchy that Jean both resents and internalizes. He kicks at them, then admits the feeling is 'superstition and tradition hammered into us from childhood.' Strindberg lets the object do the work of a page of exposition.

Similarly, the Count's bell—never seen, only heard—triggers an involuntary response: 'If I only hear that bell up there, I jump like a shy horse.' Jean's body betrays him before his mind can intervene. These small, recurring details create a world where power is not debated but felt in the spine. The reader is left to watch how characters navigate a space where a glove on a chair can shrink a man.

Champagne and Calculation

The German title of 'There Are Crimes and Crimes' is 'Rausch'—intoxication—and the excerpt from 'Miss Julia' shows how Strindberg uses drink as both lubricant and accelerant. Jean urges Julia to flee with him, painting a future of 'gold pieces raining on the counter,' but his tone shifts abruptly from romance to business: 'we must look at the matter in cold blood, like sensible people.' He lights a cigar, cuts the point, and sits down to talk 'as if nothing had happened.'

The contrast is jarring. One moment he has kissed her shoe; the next he is itemizing train schedules and mocking her sentimentality. Julia, caught between desire and despair, asks, 'Have you then no feelings at all?' Jean replies, 'No one is more full of feeling than I am. But I know how to control myself.' This self-control is the play's engine: emotion is not absent but suppressed, and the suppression itself becomes a form of violence.

The Republic of the Future

Jean's plan for escape is not just personal but political. He tells Julia they must flee to a country 'where they have a republic,' because there, he imagines, 'you'll see them bend their backs double before my liveried porter.' The line reveals a bitter paradox: Jean wants to escape hierarchy only to re-create it with himself on top. His ambition is not to abolish rank but to climb it—'if I only get hold of the first branch, you'll see me do some climbing.'

He even sketches a career path: valet this year, hotel owner next, then a bought title in Roumania. 'And I may—note well that I say may—end my days as a count.' Strindberg gives Jean a voice that is both aspirational and self-aware; he knows the game he is playing, and he plays it with a cynicism that undercuts every romantic gesture. The republic he dreams of is not a society of equals but a stage on which he can perform his own rise.

These plays reward attention to what is not said—the pauses, the objects, the involuntary gestures. Strindberg's characters often speak at cross-purposes, and Björkman's translation preserves that jagged rhythm. Readers may find it useful to track how each play establishes its own set of charged objects: the boots, the bell, the cigar, the champagne. They are not decoration but dramaturgy. The tension in these works is not between good and evil but between what people say and what their bodies reveal.

There’s a particular chill in Strindberg’s late plays—that moment when a glance undoes everything, and class and desire blur into menace. It surfaces again in Night Must Fall : a Play in Three Acts — A Closer Reading, where charm hides something quieter and darker. I remember closing each book feeling watched by my own thoughts, long after the reading lamp clicked off.

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