Harold Pinter opened the vision of English drama to me in a way even the “classics” could not. As “kitchen sink” as Osborne and Wesker were, Pinter and, to a lesser degree John Arden, took the reader or viewer into a land of distorted and highlighted reality.
Harold Pinter died on Christmas night of a cancer against which he fought for several years.
The story via the BBC is here:
The loss is as terrible as it was inevitable.