The Great Highway

by August Strindberg

The second book in the Miss Bea series features this playful little girl and her friends finding different coloured objects to play with, like a blue umbrella and a pink feather duster. This Miss Bea story, told with illustrations and photographs, will appeal to children aged 1 to 4 years, with knitting patterns for the garments at the back of the publication. All designs in Miss Bea's Colours use knit and purl stitches, written with beginners in mind they are all single coloured. The instruction section of the book has been developed to include colour-coded patterns plus an illustrated techniques guide, making instructions easier to follow

Genres: Plays

64 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1909

About the author

Johan August Strindberg, a Swede, wrote psychological realism of noted novels and plays, including Miss Julie (1888) and The Dance of Death (1901).

Johan August Strindberg painted. He alongside Henrik Ibsen, Søren Kierkegaard, Selma Lagerlöf, Hans Christian Andersen, and Snorri Sturluson arguably most influenced of all famous Scandinavian authors. People know this father of modern theatre. His work falls into major literary movements of naturalism and expressionism. People widely read him internationally to this day.

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Reviews

[Mike]

Strindberg’s last play, written when he was ill, is a microcosm of his theater: it begins so well with an exciting premise and seemingly something important to say, only to descend into madness—a collection of partly nonsensical conversations and mystical visions…But then, just when you think you can’t stand to read any more of the bitter darkness, it ends with some of the most gorgeously poetic monologues you will read in theater. When Strindberg does make sense, he can engage in banal observations in one moment — such as describing a village where the sane are locked up, or comparing women to whirlpools sucking men into their maelstrom, or meeting an organ grinder who follows the “religion” of evolution, a shot at the idea of Darwin’s theory of the descent of man — but then can express some of the deepest human longings and sufferings in the next moment. And so despite his theater being spiteful, melodramatic, brutish, and (at times) convoluted, I keep reading it for the brief moments when a more enlightened humanity momentarily shines through. In that sense, The Great Highway as his final play might stand as the epitome of his theater — for better or worse.