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When the Soul Must Be Heard (Published 2014)

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  • ️Fri Oct 24 2014

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Theater Review

From a slow simmer to a raging boil: From left, Gretchen Mol, Hari Dhillon, Karen Pittman and Josh Radnor in “Disgraced,” directed by Kimberly Senior.Credit...Sara Krulwich/The New York Times
Disgraced
NYT Critic’s Pick
  • Oct. 23, 2014

“Bon appétit!” The festive phrase announcing the start of a meal sounds more like a bell signaling another round in a prizefight when it is chirped by Gretchen Mol, playing a hostess whose dinner party has become a verbal jousting tournament in Ayad Akhtar’s terrific, turbulent drama “Disgraced.”

By this point in the play, which opened at the Lyceum Theater on Thursday night, the nerves of everyone settling down to eat have been scraped raw. It’s hard to concentrate on your fennel and anchovy salad when the conversation over cocktails has descended into a fierce debate about the rise of Islamic terrorism and the basic tenets or the meaning of the Quran.

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From left, Hari Dhillon, Karen Pittman, Josh Radnor and Gretchen Mol in "Disgraced" at the Lyceum Theater.Credit...Sara Krulwich/The New York Times

Mr. Akhtar’s play, which was first seen in New York in 2012 and went on to win the Pulitzer Prize, has come roaring back to life on Broadway in a first-rate production directed by Kimberly Senior that features an almost entirely new cast. In the years since it was first produced here, the play’s exploration of the conflicts between modern culture and Islamic faith, as embodied by the complicated man at its center — a Pakistani-born, thoroughly assimilated New Yorker — have become ever more pertinent. The rise of the so-called Islamic State, and the news that radicalized Muslims from Europe and the United States have joined the conflict raging in Syria and Iraq, brings an even keener edge to Mr. Akhtar’s engrossing drama.

At first blush, Amir (Hari Dhillon) seems to be in admirable possession of an American-dream life. He’s a lawyer specializing in mergers and acquisitions, which explains the immaculate apartment with a terrace to make any New Yorker salivate. His wife, Emily (Ms. Mol), is a painter on track to be included in a new show at the Whitney. Emily has begun a portrait of Amir inspired by a Velazquez painting of his Moorish assistant. An incident with a waiter at a restaurant the night before brought Amir’s ethnic heritage to the fore, and Emily has become intrigued by the gap “between what he was assuming about you, and what you really are”: words that will prove eerily prophetic as the drama unfolds.

Amir long ago left behind the Islamic faith he was raised in, but the treatment of Muslims in post-Sept. 11 America has become a fraught subject, because his young nephew Abe (Danny Ashok) has been urging Amir to help in the defense of an imam who has been accused of raising money for Hamas. Amir visited the imam but doesn’t want to get further involved. Both Emily and Abe — who, like Amir, is a smoothly assimilated American, having changed his name from Hussein to ease his way — urge him to do more.


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