Harold Pinter

A good view of the man at IHT. It was only in the recent years - since my marriage and especially after the birth of our daughter - that I developed the sensibility that Pinter so masterfully exposed: the menace and violence of everyday life, as Horace Engdahl called it 'the precipice under everyday prattle'. It was a bliss to be unaware, but now, I can't sleep some nights. One other primate caught in this modern world's uncertainties.

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