I never liked Arthur Miller's plays, even when I was a young man who accepted most of the ideology of the left. His plays always seemed bleak, the language unnatural, and the characters not very memorable, except for Willy Loman and maybe Bif. I endured a few performances, noticed him when he appeared in the press, but mostly assumed I was too thick to really "get it" about his greatness.

He is dead recently, so I suppose I shouldn't speak ill of him. But I will console myself with directing readers to Mark Steyn's take on the man in the U.K. Spectator.

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