In Vichy France in 1942, eight men and a boy are seized by the collaborationist authorities and made to wait in a building that may be a police station. Some of them are Jews. All of them have something to hide—if not from the Nazis, then from their fellow detainees and, inevitably, from themselves. For in this claustrophobic antechamber to the death camps, everyone is guilty. And perhaps none more so than those who can walk away alive.
In Incident at Vichy, Arthur Miller re-creates Dante’s hell inside the gaping pit that is our history and populates it with sinners whose crimes are all the more fearful because they are so recognizable.
“One of the most important plays of our time . . . Incident at Vichy returns the theater to greatness.” —The New York Times