by AUGUST STRINDBERG
When Strindberg's four-year-old son asked him whether God could see in the dark, the playwright answered: "No. but Papa can."
All of Strindberg's life and work was a long night's journey into night lit only by the searing flashes of his erratic genius. If his son had asked him for a definition of hell, he would have answered "Hell is women," for he was neurotically afflicted with the conviction that they were the demons at the heart of darkness.
In Creditors, which is being given a potent revival at Joseph Papp's Public Theater in Manhattan, Strindberg returns to this broody...