Arthur Miller has died, aged 89.

Thanks for everything, Arthur. When I read your plays as a teen­ager, it was an amaz­ing eye-opener: the idea that polit­ics and the stage could com­bine in such a way. Every­one raves about your Death of a Sales­man or The Cru­cible but the one that always did it for me was After the Fall. I’ve never seen it per­formed but it does­n’t matter: your words are so clear off the page, the emo­tions so power­ful, and the cre­ativ­ity of your stage dir­ec­tions and the set you ima­gine, well I don’t know that anyone will ever do justice to the ver­sion that’s in my head. I think I star­ted writ­ing one-act plays as a teen­ager because of you. I’ve stopped that now. Maybe I should take it up again.

You’ve left an amaz­ing legacy behind and not just your plays. I can’t ima­gine what the off­pring of the Miller and Day-Lewis dyn­asties will one day pro­duce, but I guess we’ll see soon enough.

Rest in Peace.