A WRITER must often pray to be saved from his critics and, not least, from those who admire him. When Dukore sums up the plays of Harold Pinter by saying that they have an “unreal reality” or a “realistic unreality,” he seems to be assuming the right to paradox that is properly the artist’s. Styan is not inaccurate in the following summary, but he is tactless:
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