Like Harold Pinter, I greatly prefer the artist’s language of ambiguity and indirection, which allows a work to have many readings. But also, following Harold’s lead, I can’t, as a citizen, avoid speaking of the horror of the world in this new age of religious mayhem, and of the language that conjures it up and justifies it, so that young men, including young Britons, are led toward acts of extreme bestiality and believe themselves to be fighting a just war.
