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by Harold Pinter




  COMPLETE WORKS: TWO

  This book is Volume Two of the Collected Works of Harold Pinter.

  By the same author

  PLAYS

  Ashes to Ashes • Betrayal • The Birthday Party • The Caretaker • Celebration and the Room • The Collection and the Lover • The Homecoming • The Hothouse • Landscape and Silence • Mountain Language • Moonlight • No Man’s Land • Old Times • One for the Road • Other Places (A Kind of Alaska, Victoria Station, Family Voices) • Party Time • Remembrance of Things Past (with Di Trevis) • The Room and the Dumb Waiter • A Slight Ache and Other Plays • Tea Party and Other Plays

  Plays One

  (The Birthday Party, The Room, The Dumb Waiter, A Slight Ache, The Hothouse, A Night Out, “The Black and White,” “The Examination”)

  Plays Two

  (The Caretaker, The Dwarfs, The Collection, The Lover, Night School, Trouble in the Works, The Black and White, Request Stop, Last to Go, Special Offer)

  Plays Three

  (The Homecoming, Tea Party, The Basement, Landscape, Silence, Night, That’s Your Trouble, That’s All, Applicant, Interview, Dialogue for Three, “Tea Party,” Old Times, No Man’s Land)

  Plays Four

  (Betrayal, Monologue, One for the Road, Mountain Language, Family Voices, A Kind of Alaska, Victoria Station, Precisely, The New World Order, Party Time, Moonlight, Ashes to Ashes, Celebration, Umbrellas, God’s District, Apart from That)

  SCREENPLAYS

  Harold Pinter Collected Screenplays One

  (The Servant, The Pumpkin Eater, The Quiller Memorandum, Accident, The Last Tycoon, Langrishe, Go Down)

  Harold Pinter Collected Screenplays Two

  (The Go-Between, The Proust Screenplay, Victory, Turtle Diary, Reunion)

  Harold Pinter Collected Screenplays Three

  (The French Lieutenant’s Woman, The Heat of the Day, The Comfort of Strangers, The Trial, The Dreaming Child)

  PROSE, POETRY AND POLITICS

  The Dwarfs (a novel)

  100 Poems by 100 Poets (an anthology)

  99 Poems in Translation (an anthology)

  Various Voices: Prose, Poetry, Politics 1948–2005

  War

  HAROLD PINTER

  COMPLETE WORKS: TWO

  THE CARETAKER

  THE DWARFS

  THE COLLECTION

  THE LOVER

  NIGHT SCHOOL

  REVUE SKETCHES:

  Trouble in the Works

  The Black and White

  Request Stop

  Last to Go

  Special Offer

  With an introduction: “Writing for Myself”

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  This collection copyright © 1977 by FPinter Limited

  The Caretaker copyright © 1960, 1962 by FPinter Limited

  The Dwarfs, Trouble in the Works, The Black and White, Request Stop, Last to Go copyright © 1961, 1966, 1968 by FPinter Limited

  The Collection, The Lover copyright © 1963, 1964 by FPinter Limited

  Night School copyright © 1967 by FPinter Limited

  Special Offer copyright © 1967 by FPinter Limited

  “Writing for Myself” copyright © 1961 by FPinter Limited

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  eISBN 978-0-8021-9224-0

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  Contents

  Chronology

  Introduction: Writing for Myself

  THE CARETAKER

  THE DWARFS

  THE COLLECTION

  THE LOVER

  NIGHT SCHOOL

  REVUE SKETCHES

  Trouble in the Works

  The Black and White

  Request Stop

  Last to Go

  Special Offer

  Harold Pinter: A Chronology

  Year of writing First performance

  1954–5 The Black and White

  (short story)

  1955 The Examination

  (short story)

  1957 The Room

  May 15, 1957

  1957 The Birthday Party

  April 28, 1958

  1957 The Dumb Waiter

  January 21, 1960

  1958 A Slight Ache

  July 29, 1959

  1958 The Hothouse

  April 24, 1980

  1959 Revue sketches—

  Trouble in the Works;

  The Black and White

  July 15, 1959

  Request Stop; Last to Go;

  Special Offer

  September 23, 1959

  That's Your Trouble;

  That's All; Applicant;

  Interview;

  Dialogue for Three

  February–March 1964

  1959 A Night Out

  March 1,1960

  1959 The Caretaker

  April 27, 1960

  1960 Night School

  July 21, 1960

  1960 The Dwarfs

  December 2, 1960

  1961 The Collection

  May 11, 1961

  1962 The Lover

  March 28, 1963

  1963 Tea Party

  (short story)

  1964 Tea Party

  March 25, 1965

  1964 The Homecoming

  June 3, 1965

  1966 The Basement

  February 28, 1967

  1967 Landscape

  April 25, 1968

  1968 Silence

  July 2, 1969

  1969 Night

  April 9, 1969

  1970 Old Times

  June 1, 1971

  1972 Monologue

  April 10, 1973

  1974 No Man's Land

  April 23, 1975

  1978 Betrayal

  November 15, 1978

  1980 Family Voices

  Ja
nuary 22, 1981

  1982 Victoria Station

  performed with Family Voices as a trilogy titled Other Places in 1982

  A Kind of Alaska

  1984 One for the Road

  March 15, 1984

  1988 Mountain Language

  October 20, 1988

  Introduction

  Writing for Myself

  Based on a conversation with Richard Findlater published in The Twentieth Century, February 1961.

  The first time I went to a theatre, as far as I remember, was to see Donald Wolfit in Shakespeare. I saw his Lear six times, and later acted with him in it, as one of the king's knights. I saw very few plays, in fact, before I was twenty. Then I acted in too many. I did eighteen months in Ireland with Anew McMaster, playing one-night stands in fit-ups, and I've worked all over the place in reps – Huddersfield, Torquay, Bournemouth, Whitby, Colchester, Birmingham, Chesterfield, Worthing, Palmers Green and Richmond. I was an actor for about nine years (under the name of David Baron) and I would like to do more. I played Goldberg in The Birthday Party at Cheltenham recently, and enjoyed it very much. I'd like to play that part again. Yes, my experience as an actor has influenced my plays – it must have – though it's impossible for me to put my finger on it exactly. I think I certainly developed some feeling for construction which, believe it or not, is important to me, and for speakable dialogue. I had a pretty good notion in my earlier plays of what would shut an audience up; not so much what would make them laugh; that I had no ideas about. Whenever I write for the stage I merely see the stage I've been used to. I have worked for theatre in the round and enjoyed it, but it doesn't move me to write plays with that method in mind. I always think of the normal picture-frame stage which I used as an actor.

  All the time I was acting I was writing. Not plays. Hundreds of poems – about a dozen are worth republishing – and short prose pieces. A lot of these were in dialogue, and one was a monologue which I later turned into a revue sketch. I also wrote a novel. It was autobiographical, to a certain extent, based on part of my youth in Hackney. I wasn't the central character, though I appeared in it in disguise. The trouble about the novel was that it was stretched out over too long a period, and it incorporated too many styles, so that it became rather a hotch-potch. But I've employed certain strains in the book which I thought were worth exploring in my radio play The Dwarfs. That was the title of the novel.

  I didn't start writing plays until 1957. I went into a room one day and saw a couple of people in it. This stuck with me for some time afterwards, and I felt that the only way I could give it expression and get it off my mind was dramatically. I started off with this picture of the two people and let them carry on from there. It wasn't a deliberate switch from one kind of writing to another. It was quite a natural movement. A friend of mine, Henry Woolf, produced the result – The Room – at Bristol University, and a few months later in January 1958 it was included – in a different production – in the festival of university drama. Michael Codron heard about this play and wrote to me at once to ask if I had a full-length play. I had just finished The Birthday Party . . . .

  I start off with people, who come into a particular situation. I certainly don't write from any kind of abstract idea. And I wouldn't know a symbol if I saw one. I don't see that there's anything very strange about The Caretaker, for instance, and I can't quite understand why so many people regard it in the way they do. It seems to me a very straightforward and simple play. The germ of my plays? I'll be as accurate as I can about that. I went into a room and saw one person standing up and one person sitting down, and a few weeks later I wrote The Room. I went into another room and saw two people sitting down, and a few years later I wrote The Birthday Party. I looked through a door into a third room, and saw two people standing up and I wrote The Caretaker.

  I don't write with any audience in mind. I just write. I take a chance on the audience. That's what I did originally, and I think it's worked – in the sense that I find there is an audience. If you've got something you want to say to the world, then you'd be worried that only a few thousand people might see your play. Therefore you'd do something else. You'd become a religious teacher, or a politician perhaps. But if you don't want to give some particular message to the world, explicitly and directly, you just carry on writing, and you're quite content. I was always surprised that anyone initially came in to see my plays at all, because writing them was a very personal thing. I did it – and still do it – for my own benefit; and it's pure accident if anyone else happens to participate. Firstly and finally, and all along the line, you write because there's something you want to write, have to write. For yourself.

  I'm convinced that what happens in my plays could happen anywhere, at any time, in any place, although the events may seem unfamiliar at first glance. If you press me for a definition, I'd say that what goes on in my plays is realistic, but what I'm doing is not realism.

  Writing for television? I don't make any distinction between kinds of writing, but when I write for the stage I always keep a continuity of action. Television lends itself to quick cutting from scene to scene, and nowadays I see it more and more in terms of pictures. When I think of someone knocking at a door, I see the door opening in close-up and a long shot of someone going up the stairs. Of course the words go with the pictures, but on television, ultimately, the words are of less importance than they are on the stage. A play I wrote called A Night Out did, I think, successfully integrate the picture and the words, although that may be because I wrote it first for radio. Sixteen million people saw that on television. That's very difficult to grasp. You can't even think about it. And when you write for television, you don't think about it. I don't find television confining or restrictive, and it isn't limited to realism, necessarily. Its possibilities go well beyond that. I have one or two ideas in my mind at the moment which wouldn't be very realistic and which might be quite effective on television.

  I like writing for sound radio, because of the freedom. When I wrote The Dwarfs a few months ago, I was able to experiment in form – a mobile, flexible structure, more flexible and mobile than in any other medium. And from the point of view of content I was able to go the whole hog and enjoy myself by exploring to a degree which wouldn't be acceptable in any other medium. I'm sure the result may have been completely incomprehensible to the audience, but it isn't as far as I'm concerned, and it was extremely valuable to me.

  No, I'm not committed as a writer, in the usual sense of the term, either religiously or politically. And I'm not conscious of any particular social function. I write because I want to write. I don't see any placards on myself, and I don't carry any banners. Ultimately I distrust definitive labels. As far as the state of the theatre is concerned, I'm as conscious as anyone else of the flaws of procedure, of taste, of the general set-up in management, and I think things will go on more or less as they are for some considerable time. But it seems to me that there has been a certain development in one channel or another in the past three years. The Caretaker wouldn't have been put on, and certainly wouldn't have run, before 1957. The old categories of comedy and tragedy and farce are irrelevant, and the fact that managers seem to have realized that is one favourable change. But writing for the stage is the most difficult thing of all, whatever the system. I find it more difficult the more I think about it.

  The Caretaker

  This play was first presented by the Arts Theatre Club in association with Michael Codron and David Hall at the Arts Theatre, London, WC2, on 27th April, 1960.

  On 30th May, 1960, the play was presented by Michael Codron and David Hall at the Duchess Theatre, London, with the following cast:

  MICK, a man in his late twenties Alan Bates

  ASTON, a man in his early thirties Peter Woodthorpe

  DAVIES, an old man Donald Pleasence

  The play was directed by Donald McWhinnie

  On 2nd March, 1972, a revival of the play directed by Christopher Morahan was presented at the M
ermaid Theatre, London, with the following cast:

  MICK John Hurt

  ASTON Jeremy Kemp

  DAVIES Leonard Rossiter

  The action of the play takes place in a house in west London

  ACT I A night in winter

  ACT II A few seconds later

  ACT III A fortnight later

  A room. A window in the back wall, the bottom half covered by a sack. An iron bed along the left wall. Above it a small cupboard, paint buckets, boxes containing nuts, screws, etc. More boxes, vases, by the side of the bed. A door, up right. To the right of the window, a mound: a kitchen sink, a step-ladder, a coal bucket, a lawn-mower, a shopping trolley, boxes, sideboard drawers. Under this mound an iron bed. In front of it a gas stove. On the gas stove a statue of Buddha. Down right, a fireplace. Around it a couple of suitcases, a rolled carpet, a blow-lamp, a wooden chair on its side, boxes, a number of ornaments, a clothes horse, a few short planks of wood, a small electric fire and a very old electric toaster. Below this a pile of old newspapers. Under ASTON’S bed by the left wall, is an electrolux, which is not seen till used. A bucket hangs from the ceiling.

  Act One

  MICK is alone in the room, sitting on the bed. He wears a leather jacket.

  Silence.

  He slowly looks about the room looking at each object in turn. He looks up at the ceiling, and stares at the bucket. Ceasing, he sits quite still, expressionless, looking out front.

  Silence for thirty seconds.

  A door bangs. Muffled voices are heard.

  MICK turns his head. He stands, moves silently to the door, goes out, and closes the door quietly.

 

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