The Collection is a 1961 play by Harold Pinter featuring two couples, James and Stella and Harry and Bill. It is a comedy laced with typically "Pinteresque" ambiguity and "implications of threat and strong feeling produced through colloquial language, apparent triviality, and long pauses".
Setting
The Collection takes place on a divided stage, shared by a house in London's Belgravia, and a flat in Chelsea, with another space between them where telephone calls take place; according to Pinter's stage description, the "three areas" comprise "two peninsulas and a promontory". Bill, a dress designer in his twenties, lives with Harry, a man in his forties, in Harry's house, in Belgravia, which has "Elegant decor". Stella, another dress designer, in her thirties like her husband and business partner James, lives with him in "James' flat" in Chelsea, which has "Tasteful contemporary furnishing." According to Pinter's stage description, whereas the set for Harry's house "comprises the living-room, hall, front door and staircase to the first floor," with a "Kitchen exit below staircase," the set for James's flat in Chelsea "comprises the living-room only," while "Off stage right" there are "other rooms and front door" and "Up stage centre on promontory telephone box," where the phone calls are made.
Plot synopsis
The plot concerns whether or not Stella and Bill had a one-night stand while away on business in Leeds. One evening while at home Harry and Bill, a dress designer, receive an unsettling anonymous phone call, which is to be followed by a further unsettling visit from a man who will refuse to leave his name. Following some apparently trivial conversation between Stella, another dress designer, and James, her husband and business partner, that occurs in his flat, James has left it to call on Bill at Harry's house, revealing that he was the anonymous caller and is the unexpected visitor. James confronts Bill with the confession of his wife Stella that she has had a one-night affair with Bill. Bill first claims that she invented the story, but he admits to their having "kissed a bit", he qualifies "that it never happened... what you say anyway," and further renders that version ambiguous:
JAMES: Then I phoned. Pause. I spoke to her. You were sitting on the bed, next to her. BILL: Not sitting. Lying.
James's obsession to meet the man who has purportedly cuckolded him––suggesting archetypal symbolic significance in Pinter's choice of his surname –– and to confront him with "the truth" culminates in a "mock duel" with household knives, in which Bill is scarred. Harry then intervenes and relates to James Stella's alleged admission that she has invented the whole story and the two never really met. Bill confirms that nothing happened, and Harry viciously chastises him, calling him a "slum slug" with a "slum mind" and claiming that he "confirms stupid sordid little stories just to amuse himself, while everyone else has to run round in circles to get to the root of the matter and smooth the whole thing out". As James is about to leave, Bill suddenly changes his story for the last time and tells James: "we sat... in the lounge, on a sofa for two hours... talked we talked about it... we didn't move from the lounge never went to her room... just talked about what we would do... if we did get to her room two hours... we never touched... we just talked about it." James then goes back home and confronts his wife with this final version of "the truth"––
You didn't do anything, did you? Pause. That's the truth, isn't it? Pause. You just sat and talked about what you would do, if you went to your room. That's what you did. Pause. Didn't you? Pause. That's the truth... isn't it?"––
in response to which Stella "looks at him, neither confirming nor denying. Her face friendly, sympathetic", ultimately maintaining both the play's ambiguity and an uneasy status quo in the relationships of the two couples.
