Here’s
a happy, heartwarming story about a family under siege featuring a bitter man,
his deluded mother, a sister who talks to God, and a straying fiancée; all
threatened by an angry town and a creditor who could take their house at any
moment.
And
no, I’m not being sarcastic about that “happy, heartwarming” part, even if it
is a play by that most dour of dramatists, August Strindberg.
Was
Strindberg deliberately playing against expectations? Was he subtly sending up
the already dated conventions of middle-class Swedish Lutheranism? Or was he
completely on the level?
That
said, the play starts on a note you expect, and a response you don’t:
ELIS: I seem to have
fallen from grace.
KRISTINA: It is a sign of
grace to suffer when you are innocent. Don’t be tempted to impatience. Stand
the test – for this is only a test. I feel sure of it. [Act One]
Elis
Heyst is a young man who struggles with the double burden of an unrewarding
teaching position and living with the scandal of a crooked father. Now the old
man’s in jail on multiple embezzlement charges, and Elis is sweating when the
man holding much of the paper on Papa, the shadowy Lindkvist, comes to collect.
Meanwhile,
Easter is coming, and across diminishing winter shadows – through the verandah
windows where the entire play is set – all is about to change. Elis fears what
that will be:
ELIS: The snow lies in
the streets like the straw they spread outside the houses of the dying. Every
sound is blotted out – except for the deep notes of the organ, which one can
catch even in here. [Act Two]
Can
he learn the lesson of Easter, of Christ’s passion and the salvation of
mankind? Can he learn to be humble, not just in accepting his fate but
embracing it? In a town full of apparent adversaries, is Elis’ only true
antagonist his own bloated ego?
Shaky
sister Eleanora is Easter’s source of celestial wisdom: “The whole of
life is frightful – but we have to accept it all the same.”
The
play is worth reading this time of year, with the spring equinox weeks away. As
a drama, it feels thin, and its characters resonate less as people than as
ideas. But give August Strindberg credit for shaking things up.
Remember
that old episode of “The Simpsons” when Marge complains about too much cartoon
violence, and rallies her community to force changes in “The Itchy And Scratchy
Show”? So instead of beating Scratchy to death with a croquet mallet, Itchy shares
a pitcher of lemonade with the feline while the two sit on a porch together. Easter
plays like that.
Noting
this dislocation could be a spoiler, but it’s mentioned by translator Elizabeth
Sprigge in an introductory piece she wrote in 1949. Sprigge calls Easter
one of Strindberg’s most popular plays in Europe, precisely for the way it
plays against type:
…Nor
in this modern Mystery or Morality Play is there any of the grim tragedy found
in many of Strindberg’s dramas. It is tender, sensitive and has a haunting
quality of goodness.
That
overstates the positivity of the mood, quite bleak through most of Acts One and
Two. But the haunting quality of goodness is definitely there, and marks quite
a shift from the domestic power trips practiced so nastily in his earlier works
Miss Julie, The Father, and The Stronger.
Elis
may be Easter’s authorial stand-in, but Eleanora carries its core message
of hope and faith. Her religion is both personal and deeply felt:
BENJAMIN: [Boyishly] Are
you religious?
ELEANORA: Yes, I am
religious.
BENJAMIN: Really? A
believer, I mean?
ELEANORA: Yes, that’s what
I mean. So if you say anything bad about God, who is my friend, I won’t sit at
the same table with you. [Act One]
Her
father may be the embezzler, but Eleanora senses the crime is her own,
apparently drawing upon her understanding of original sin. She spends much of
the play fearing discovery of her apparent theft of a daffodil from a local
flower shop, a device which is developed along the length of the play as a
matter of great importance, causing the local merchants to lock up their stores
and giving the Heyst family more reason to fear a knock at the door.
Benjamin,
who happens to be one of those burned by Papa Heyst’s embezzlement but who has
fallen in love with Eleanora anyway, pleads with her to make things right with
the flower shop and avoid arrest:
BENJAMIN: You’re just like
a lamb going to the slaughter.
ELEANORA: When it knows it
has to be slaughtered it doesn’t complain, or try to run away. There’s nothing
it can do. [Act Three]
The
drama does feel overblown as characters talk on portentously about how heavy their
clothes feel, how dark the skies are, etc. Elis’ manner is that of a real pill,
though it’s clear as the play goes on that this is subversive casting from
Strindberg. Unlike the title character in The Father, whose paranoia is validated in the end, Elis is forced to reckon with the idea that not everyone is as bad
as he’d like to believe:
LINDKVIST: You can’t rely on
human nature, any more than on the nature of matter or of thought. Peter was
faithless. I don’t deny it – and I don’t defend him. Not on that point. But the
human heart is fathomless – it has layers of gold – and dross. Peter was a
faithless friend, but a friend all the same.
The
fact the speaker at this moment has been dressed up through the rest of the
play as an unseen nemesis strikes home Strindberg’s point: You can’t assume
badness in people just because you don’t like them.
The
whole Peter subplot is one of several things floated for a while and then
dropped. He is a rival of Elis who at one point takes Elis’ fiancée Kristina to
a party. Kristina has been telling Elis to bear up to life tests for most of
the play, then puts him to the test herself by pushing his jealousy button.
Does it make sense? Should I mind that it doesn’t?
Strindberg
was a master of realism, but Easter adds a touch of the fantastic, shadows
appearing ghostlike behind windows at various points and even talk about a clock
that took to interrupting Elis’ piano lessons. “It couldn’t bear music,”
Eleanora explains. “It was so naughty.”
Easter is most
interesting perhaps for the look it gives us at Strindberg the author, licking
his wounds late in life and taking stock. Set in the southern Swedish college
town of Lund, which the northerner Strindberg apparently hated, the play
presents a reckoning of sorts between a rebel artist and a society he despises
but needs somehow.
Does
it work? Well, like the “Itchy & Scratchy” producer said to Marge: “It’s
different, I’ll give you that.” Sometimes Easter is touching, sometimes
unconvincing, occasionally goofy, but it is intriguing all the way through,
which counts for something.
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