The Stories

Lunch, written in 1966, confronts the perfectly foolish futility of insular loneliness; a couple enjoy a chance meeting, but never relinquish their pathetic ‘ideals’. As a result, they cannot communicate at any level other than sex and small talk.

Harry’s Christmas was written in 1982. It is profoundly sad. This one handler is particularly revealing of Berkoff’s own deeply felt lonely times and the way they made him aware of his self-obsession and insecurities.