No Class

I wrote about Harold Pinter when he won the Nobel Prize for Literature earlier this year. I doubted he was worthy, but I didn't speculate if he got it due to his politics. Well, if that's why they picked him, he sure delivered.

His acceptance speech was a classic of deranged, anti-American mania. He pinned everything on the US this side of the Lindbergh kidnaping.

Missing was any significant discussion of, you know, literature.