I don't get it. I read the profile of Pinter in the new yorker; I read Pinter's Nobel essay (loved it) and so I decided to read his stuff. Admittedly, I don't read a lot of plays, but I just don't feel anything when reading this stuff. I got through the Homecoming, the Tea Party, Basement and Landscape and I just don't feel any attraction to the language or what is going on.
All that despite the fact that I love the opening sentence of the Homecoming; but it was all downhill from there for me.