Harold Pinter RIP

Either you love Harold Pinter's work or you don't get it, as far as I can tell. He was a student of language, and his works are often rigorous studies of how language is used to communicate, to obfuscate, and frequently both. But that rigor was like the structure of a Bach fugue: it was the underpinning of work that still evoked a strange joy and a sense of spontaneity. His subtlety was often cloaked in "plain language," which of course was actually anything but. This late and very brief work still carries his characteristic flavor.