Think Arthur Miller, but with more pretensions and a bigger ego

That's our Harold Pinter. But wait! The Guardian reports that Harold has decided to stop being an avant-garde playwright. How will we philistines go on without?

Don't worry though, we'll still have his anti-globalization, anti-war, anti-capitalism, anti-American poetry to keep us socially aware, in our place and fill our culture-holes.

And after noon the well-dressed creatures come
To sniff among the dead
And have their lunch

And all the many well-dressed creatures pluck
The swollen avocados from the dust
And stir the minestrone with stray bones

And after lunch
They loll and lounge about
Decanting claret in convenient skulls

Wow. Just... wow.

Oh well, he was never really that subtle or profound. When I was a 19 year old freshman in Ed Roney's Contemporary Drama course, I thought Pinter's work was way deep.

Then again, I was a 19 year old freshman...

H/T - Tim Blair.