Three or four things I know about Harold Pinter who died in London on Christmas Eve, age 78: To visit him in his Holland Park home was to enter unwittingly into a Pinter play. After greeting me at the door of his office—which was in a separate cottage in the grounds of the house where he lived wit...

One tragic and one ridiculous event of the holiday period - the death of Harold Pinter and the return tonight of Celebrity Big Brother - are, improbably, connected. The early plays of Pinter and the rise of reality TV were both significant stages in the attempt to transmit the reality of how people ...

In thinking about the year soon to pass, I can't help think about some famous people who died that had some significance for me, such as Sir Edmund Hillary, who climbed Everest the year I was born, or Suzanne Pleshette, who appeared on a TV show ending screwed up b7y our local affiliate. An inordina...

The dead end of the year is a time of deaths. This year the British left has a particular reason to mourn, for three substantial writers have gone - Harold Pinter, Adrian Mitchell and Bernard Crick. All reached out far beyond the world of politics - to theatre lovers, children, literary addicts and ...

American Football by Harold Pinter Hallelujah!It works.We blew the shit out of them. We blew the shit right back up their own assAnd out their fucking ears. It works.We blew the shit out of them.They suffocated in their own shit! Hallelujah.Praise the Lord for all good things. We blew them into fuck...

Harold Pinter, who has died at the age of 78, was the most influential, provocative and poetic dramatist of his generation. He enjoyed parallel careers as actor, screenwriter and director and was also, especially in recent years, a vigorous political polemicist campaigning against abuses of human ri...

The death of Harold Pinter comes as a great shock. We all knew, of course, that he had endured a succession of illnesses ever since 2000. But there was a physical toughness and tenacity of will about Harold that made us all believe he would survive for a few more years yet. Sadly, it was not to be. ...

A wealthy novelist invites his estranged wife's (relatively) young actor lover over. Ostensibly, the novelist intends to stage a phony break-in which will leave the lover with the wife's jewels and himself with insurance money. In reality, he runs the lover through a humiliating gauntlet, at the end...

MB: Can I take you back over the last extraordinary year. You've won the Wilfred Owen prize, the Franz Kafka prize, the Nobel prize for literature, now the Europe Theatre prize. Has all that public recognition helped to sustain you through a difficult period physically? HP: Well I've been through a ...