An urgent exposé of the realities behind the international call centre.
Your credit card is maxed out, and you hang up the phone on Ross chasing your payments. But Ross is actually Roshan and though the sun is shining for you it’s past midnight in his window-less call centre. With a new accent and invented back story, bright young graduates in India are renamed and rebranded as they work to claw back the cash spent by Americans crippled by debt.
'a minor marvel… Disconnect is the Glengarry Glen Ross of our day. It raises profound questions of identity and refers to an even darker world than that of Mamet's play, but with added brio and lightness of touch' — Independent
'gives us an insider's portrait of modern India and a fresh, poignant meaning to the insidious idea of the American dream' — Guardian
'exciting and poignant, Disconnect keeps its audiences hooked throughout' — Daily Telegraph
