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June 16, 2015

The lullaby of the locomotive has soothed the child to sleep. Or is it the soft, steady voice of the stranger in the train’s parlor car, telling a story to the boy’s father? Both noises are charged with a cadence that inspires even the wary to let go of worldly care and suspicions. Your eyelids grow heavy, heavier by the second. Such are the sounds of “Prairie du Chien,” the first of two short, early works by David Mamet that opened on Tuesday night at the Atlantic Theater’s Stage 2 under the title “Ghost Stories.” In truth, you could close your eyes and still feel the full hypnotic pull of this playful little drama from 1979, originally written for the radio. You might even be tempted to nod off. Be warned, though, that at some point, a gun will be fired, chasing away any thoughts of slumber. It’s never a good idea to be caught napping in the predatory world of Mr. Mamet. “Prairie du Chien” and its companion, “The Shawl” (1985), both directed by Scott Zigler, might be described as vocal exercises of a sort, introductions to how to talk crafty, Mamet-style. Their essence is captured in the speech that opens “The Shawl,” spoken by John (Arliss Howard), a quack clairvoyant, to a prospective patsy, Miss A (Mary McCann).

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