What we watched was a work by Harold Pinter called Betrayal...
'What did you think?' he asked.
'Of the play?'
He nodded as he chewed. I shrugged.
'Good.' I said. 'Pretty good.'
Rodney's expression demanded an explanation.
'Well'. I admitted, 'the truth is I'm not sure I understood it all.'
'I, on the other hand, am sure I didn't understand any of it,' Rodney said after emitting a grunt...'But I fear that's not Wong's fault but Pinter's. I can't remember where I read how he discovered his writing method. The guy was with his wife and he said to her: "Darling, I've got quite a few good scenes written, but they've nothing to do with each other. What should I do?" And his wife answered: "Don't worry: you just put them all together, the critics will take care of explaining what they mean." And it worked: the proof is there's not a single line of Pinter the critics don't understand perfectly.
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Javier Cercas, The Speed of Light
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22.3.10
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