Harold Pinter

...and the Nobel Prize in Literature 2005 goes to Harold Pinter - “who in his plays uncovers the precipice under everyday prattle and forces entry into oppression’s closed rooms” - and is an author that is already famous :-). An oldie. I remember we once saw the Birthday Party in Sheffield some years ago in the Studio - never been attracted to the theatre, usually reality is fascinating enough, but I enjoy the absurdist plays. However, I cannot really see it as literature and especially not awarded literature. This is closer than Dario Fo, but when are they going to take a closer look at literary qualities? Tomas Tranströmer, it's written in the sky.