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Harold Pinter on Beckett

Pinter quoted in the New York Times, as though he were talking about Echo’s Bones, the newly published early work by Beckett, akthough actually it comes from a letter he wrote to friend in 1954.

The farther he goes the more good it does me. I don’t want philosophies, tracts, dogmas, creeds, ways out, truths, answers, nothing from the bargain basement. He is the most courageous, remorseless writer going and the more he grinds my nose in the shit the more I am grateful to him.
He’s not f—ing me about, he’s not leading me up any garden path, he’s not slipping me a wink, he’s not flogging me a remedy or a path or a revelation or a basinful of breadcrumbs, he’s not selling me anything I don’t want to buy — he doesn’t give a bollock whether I buy or not — he hasn’t got his hand over his heart. Well, I’ll buy his goods, hook, line and sinker, because he leaves no stone unturned and no maggot lonely. He brings forth a body of beauty.
 

   His work is beautiful.”

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Pinter at University of Reading, 1970

Samuel Beckett is “the greatest writer of our time.”

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