A reader wants to know my point in my Pinter post. What I meant to suggest is that we shouldn’t imbibe the bleak visions of many modernist works (especially by left-wing writers), visions based not on life but on willed projections of darkness and despair.
According to Wikipedia, Pinter “acknowledged [in an interview] that his plays — full of infidelity, cruelty, inhumanity, the lot — seem at odds with his domestic contentment.”