What Ayad Akhtar reveals, with stunning detail and a passion and an urgency rarely seen in American fiction, is that his is a story marked by a loneliness similar to that found in Melville, Dreiser, and T.S. Eliot, among others, and that puts him squarely in their company.
Ayad Akhtar
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The script softens up the issue of patriarchal authoritarianism by plugging it into a family comedy structure.
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Given the rise of radical Islamic terrorism, Disgraced is nothing if not timely.
