Party Time By Harold Pinter- An Analysis

In ‘Party Time’ was first performed in 1991, the play is set during a dinner party, with a bourgeois crowd. Yet Pinter juxtaposes civil conversation,

‘Are you enjoying the Party…Best Party I’ve been to in years’

 with coarse and inappropriate prose;

‘We could suffocate every single one of you at a given signal or we could shove a broomstick up each individual arse at another’.

 Such violent outbursts are ignored as the bourgeois discuss their privileged existence.

 As the shocking is ignored it is often what isn’t said, the pauses and the use of silences that become important to create an atmosphere;

Fred ( To Charlotte): ‘You married someone. I’ve forgotten who it was.’

Silence.

Charlotte: He died.

Silence.

In this play silence can also act as a subtle commentary of what has just been said, often it is more poignant than actual speech;

Terry: ‘The only thing she doesn’t like on boats is being fucked on boats. That’s what she doesn’t like.

Melissa: ‘That’s funny I thought everyone liked that’

Silence

 

The contrast between how people should act in that social situation and how they do is evident,

‘You come to a lovely party like this all you have to do is shut up and enjoy the hospitality and mind your own fucking business…You keep hearing all these things spread by pricks about pricks. What’s it got to do with you?’

The play circles around conversation instead of plot, and therefore the audience appreciate the conversation which is at once superficial and mundane and then vulgar and uncomfortable;

Liz: I think this is such a gorgeous party. Don’t you? I mean I just think its such a gorgeous party…I think it’s such fun…

‘I could have cut her throat that nymphomaniac slut’

‘Party time’, which is not overtly political, concerns the bourgeois and their seemingly superficial world of tennis clubs, however, underneath there lurks the hint of death and danger. The meaningless conversation, ‘ By the pool/You can have a fruit juice on the spot, no extra charge, then they give you this fantastic hot towel’ of the privileged and closed minded is juxtaposed with the exile of the group who speaks confused poetry, ‘ What am I?...Everything stops…It shuts…I sit sucking the dark’.