Drama Post 2: The Pinter Box
For this post, I’d like to try to think my way
through—or out of—what I’d like to call “the Pinter box.” Admittedly, before
taking this drama class, I’d never read Harold Pinter. But the concept of the
snappy dialogue that seemed to go
nowhere—but actually headed somewhere—was intriguing. Because, in many cases,
plot bores me. And, as a poet, this makes sense. I function on nuance, and a
perpetuation of plot based on dialogic cues seems not just simple, but
juvenile. So, Pinter made sense. Functioning on cadences and rhythms rather
than pure logic, his movement is poetic. So, I wrote (and am writing) towards
that. It very much helped me nuance my way through a love scene—showing the act
of courting and relationship development without functioning on dialogic
clichés. I could have one character be as forceful as I’d like, as long as she
wasn’t remotely talking about courting the other character. At the time, this
seemed quite freeing.
However, upon writing my death scene, I felt much
more confined by this Pinter-esque “trick.” Or, at least it felt like a
trick—witty dialogue that never quite answers what the other is talking about.
But the requirement was a death scene. I had
to have something happen. Someone had to die. And death is the most
long-standing, impactful endings to plot. So, the Pinter-style that let me play
now seemed to confine me, seemed to obstruct the way I looked at my characters.
Characters suddenly begged to be more fleshed out, as their witticisms appeared
to create too much of a likeness between them. The rhythms of previous scenes
now seemed false. And maybe that’s because I knew what I wanted to happen, knew
who was going to die, and was writing towards that. And maybe writing like
Pinter asks a writer to chase rhythms rather than plot. But, sidestepping the
argument of organic writing vs prompted writing, how does Pinter get stuff
done? How does he move plot without seemingly moving it, without the audience
questioning the artifice if and when plot does progress?
I don’t know if I can actually answer any of those
questions, but looking over my Pinter notes from class, I’ve written the phrase
“Comedy of Menace,” a phrase often attributed to Pinter’s work. Under it are theoretical
ways for how it’s achieved: “ambiguity through non-answers,” “ambiguity
achieves menace because of rhythms,” and lastly, “plays function like games.” Looking
through other notes on the page, it seems like his plays might feel like games not
because of just the ambiguity in non-answers or circular dialogues, but because
what is accruing are rhythms. In this sense, the rhythm of a dialogue may have
more characterization than an actual character. What might be getting done is
less about an individual character’s arc, and more about the play as a whole.
This “ambiguity” that litters my notes may only seem ambiguous because I am so
used to tying dialogue to the character that says it, rather than the context
that creates it. Perhaps this is the box I’ve been feeling. The Pinter box.
So, perhaps the approach to the love scene was
easier because I wasn’t looking to create two individual characters, but one
relationship, built on quirk and rhythms. The death scene, on the other hand, felt
like it needed to be tied to character, as the elimination of a character is
important—rather, I’ve been culturally taught it is important. The death scene
is a grand gesture because it defines the climax by ending it. We care little
for much resolution after a death scene, at least in most American media, as
death is the period to the long sentence, paragraph, short story, novel. And
because the death scene is a sort of resolution for us. It defines spaces. It
defines decisions made prior to it, and suggests those after it.
Perhaps viewing death differently—not tying it to
the individual, rather the context—would open up this Pinter box. Perhaps
riding the rhythms of the scene will suggest who will die much more accurately
than an assessment of characters would necessitate. In this sense, though the
comedy is created through seemingly illogical dialogue, the menace is our
inclination to derive meaning from every word. The death of the word, then,
must be linked to the death of the character. I don’t mean a specific
character, rather our/my understanding of his/her importance as a singular
being. So, after this death, the life of the play must be in existence beyond character,
focusing more on what created these entities to begin with. And though we use
words to communicate the final product of this creation, Pinter may argue that
our rhythmic deliveries of those communications are more honest than any
depiction of the world. Perhaps characters are meant to lie, and rhythms don’t
need to.