THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
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Homecoming leaves a residual sense of sourness and negativity. Its most notable successors, Old Times (1971), No<br />
Man’s Land (1975), and Betrayal (1978), all extend its calculated uncertainty and its (now gentrified) hints of menace<br />
and ominousness. All of them are distinguished by their teasing play with the disjunctions of memory and with<br />
unstable human relationships. Old Times presents its audience with an open triangle, defined not only by its<br />
characters, two women and a man, but also by silences, indeterminacies, and receding planes of telling and listening.<br />
In No Man’s Land, two elderly men, and two younger ones, seem to shift in relationship to one another; they know<br />
and do not know; they remember and obliterate memory. Betrayal, cleverly based on a series of retrogressions, deals,<br />
ostensibly realistically, with middle-class adultery in literary London (though its reiterated ideas, words, and phrases<br />
reveal how artificially it is patterned). Since One for the Road (1984), Pinter’s plays have shifted away from<br />
developed representations of uncertainty towards a far more terse and more overtly political drama. Both One for the<br />
Road and Mountain Language (1988) are insistently concerned with language and with acts of interrogation. As in<br />
The Birthday Party, language is seen as the means by which power can be exercised and as something that can be<br />
defined and manipulated to suit the ends of those who actually hold power. Nevertheless, the two plays focus on<br />
individuals threatened no longer by an unspecified menace, as Stanley was, but by the palpable oppression of<br />
(unnamed) modern states. Where Pinter’s earlier work had allowed for indeterminacy, his latest work seems to have<br />
surrendered to an insistent demand for moral definition. The ideas of ‘them’ and ‘us’, which were once open, subtle,<br />
fluid categories, have been replaced by a rigid partisanship.<br />
‘If I ever hear you accuse the police of using violence on a prisoner in custody again’, Inspector Truscott<br />
announces in Joe Orton’s Loot (1966), ‘I’ll take you down to the station and beat the eyes out of your head.’ As all his<br />
plays suggest, Orton (1933-67) has quite as refined a sense of the potential of the state, its institutions, and its human<br />
instruments to oppress the citizen as has Pinter. He had good reason to distrust the political system under which he<br />
lived, and, by extension, all systems of authority and control. He was an active, not to say promiscuous, homosexual in<br />
a period when homosexual acts between consenting males were still regarded as a criminal offence. He was himself<br />
brutally murdered by his long-term companion, and erstwhile collaborator, Kenneth Halliwell. In 1962 Orton and<br />
Halliwell had been prosecuted on the relatively trivial charge of stealing and defacing library books and sent to prison<br />
by a particularly authoritarian magistrate. Orton the artist fought back against authority with the two weapons he<br />
wielded most efficiently: anarchic comedy and priapic energy.<br />
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The five major comedies that Orton completed before his untimely death — Entertaining Mr Sloane (19g64), Loot<br />
(1966, published 1967), The Ruffian on the Stair, The Erpingham Camp (both 1967), and What the Butler Saw (1969)<br />
— were calculated to outrage. When, in whimsical mood, he took to writing to the press and to theatre managers<br />
under the nom de plume of Edna Welthorpe (Mrs), he was parodying the kind of bourgeois respectability against<br />
which he had long defined himself. But what Edna described as his ‘nauseating work’ and his ‘endless parade of<br />
mental and physical perversion’ were not just symptomatic expressions of the liberal 1960s, but gestures of protest<br />
extrapolated from a long and perfectly respectable comic tradition. Orton never simply hid behind jokes. His comedy<br />
served not simply to expose the folly of the fool, the double standards of the hypocrite, or the unbalanced humours of<br />
everyman, but to disrupt the very status quo. Pompous asses though they may be, Orton’s villains, such as Erpingham,<br />
are no fools. Caught out though they may be, Orton’s fools, such as Drs Rance and Prentice, are no innocents.<br />
Exploited, abused, and tormented though they may be, Orton’s innocents, such as McLeavy, are no wronged<br />
paragons. In The Erpingham Camp, the camp’s owner may dream a vulgarian’s dream of a future England sprouting<br />
‘Entertainment Centres’ from coast to coast, but, as the play makes clear, Erpingham is as much in the business of<br />
social control as are the posturing psychiatrists, Rance and Prentice, and his sordid camp is as much a metaphor for<br />
an over-organized and explosively revolutionary state as is the private clinic of What the Butler Saw. Revolutions may<br />
be waylaid by guile and incompetence, but in no sense can the meek inherit Orton’s earth. As McLeavy is dragged<br />
away by the police in Loot, he first protests his innocence and then wildly exclaims: ‘Oh, what a terrible thing to<br />
happen to a man who’s been kissed by the Pope.’ In none of Orton’s plays can innocence ever be a defence. For a man<br />
to be obliged to exit in the arms of police officers while recalling another man’s kiss sounds more like carelessness<br />
than pathos.<br />
Orton does not simply exploit the traditional forms of comedy and farce, but also dangerously transforms them. He<br />
takes an anarchist’s delight in fostering disorder, but none at all in seeing why order can or ought to reassert itself.<br />
When he gestures to a Pinterian inconsequentiality at the opening of The Ruffian on the Stair he adds a double<br />
entendre of his own by giving Mike an appointment with a man in the toilet at King’s Cross station. Even when he<br />
uses the conventional embarrassments of farce — its undressings, its incongruous dressings, and its cross-dressings<br />
— he manages to render them not merely suggestive but distinctly suspicious. Kath’s removal of Sloane’s trousers in<br />
Entertaining Mr Sloane is accompanied by the knowing declaration: ‘I’ve been doing my washing today and I haven’t<br />
a stitch on ... I’m in the rude under this dress. I tell you because you’re bound to have noticed ...’. Alternatively, when