HAROLD PINTER Plays Four
UMBRELLAS, GOD’S DISTRICT, APART FROM THAT
Contents
Title Page
Introduction
BETRAYAL
First Presentation
1977. Scene One
1977 Later. Scene Two
1975. Scene Three
1974. Scene Four
1973. Scene Five
1973 Later. Scene Six
1973 Later. Scene Seven
1971. Scene Eight
1968. Scene Nine
MONOLOGUE
First Presentation
Monologue
FAMILY VOICES
First Presentation
Family Voices
A KIND OF ALASKA
Note
First Presentation
A Kind of Alaska
VICTORIA STATION
First Presentation
Victoria Station
PRECISELY
First Presentation
Precisely
ONE FOR THE ROAD
First Presentation
One for the Road
MOUNTAIN LANGUAGE
First Presentation
1. A Prison Wall
2. Visitors Room
3. Voice in the Darkness
4. Visitors Room
THE NEW WORLD ORDER
First Presentation
The New World Order
PARTY TIME
First Presentation
Party Time
MOONLIGHT
Characters
First Presentation
Moonlight
ASHES TO ASHES
Characters
First Presentation
Set
Ashes to Ashes
CELEBRATION
Characters
First Presentation
Celebration
THREE SKETCHES
Characters
First Presentation
Umbrellas
First Presentation
God’s District
Characters
First Presentation
Apart from That
About the Author
By the Same Author
Copyright
Introduction
This is a great honour. Thank you very much.
I can’t say that there was a very strong literary tradition in my family. My mother enjoyed reading the novels of A. J.
Cronin and Arnold Bennett and my father (who left the house at 7. 00 am and returned at 7. 00 pm, working as a jobbing tailor) liked Westerns but there were very few books about the house. This was of course also due to the fact that we depended entirely upon libraries. Nobody could afford to buy books.However, when I first had a poem published in a magazine called
There was tentative speculation that PINTA became PINTER in the course of flight from the Spanish Inquisition but whether they had a Spanish Inquisition in Portugal no one quite seemed to know, at least in Hackney, where we lived. Anyway I found the PINTA spelling quite attractive, although I didn’t go as far as the ‘DA’. And I dropped the whole idea shortly afterwards.
There was only one member of my family who appeared to be at all well-off, my great-uncle, Uncle Coleman, who was ‘in business’. He always wore felt carpet-slippers and a skull cap at home and was a very courteous man. My father proposed that I show Uncle Coleman my poem in