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In Shakespeare’s day, a play’s genre was easy to define—if it ended with a wedding, it was a comedy. If it began with one, a tragedy. But what label fits a play with the sudden matrimony of strangers at its center?
Lynn Nottage’s award-winning Intimate Apparel, staged at San Luis Obispo Little Theatre, is pure, decadent drama.
Apparel peeks in on the private business of lower-Manhattan seamstress Esther (played by Amytra Lovell). After 20 years, the steady whir of Esther’s sewing machine has become a mainstay in the boarding house where all other girls eventually leave as married women. And 1905 is an unforgiving year to be 35, unwed, and African-American. But thanks to her nimble fingers and reputation for discretion, Esther has managed to stitch a wad of cash into her quilt over those years—and tucked away a wealth of client’s secrets as well. Her job calls for her to glide seamlessly from the boudoir of 5th Avenue dame Mrs. Van Buren (Kerry Mayling) to that of wisecracking prostitute Mayme (sassy-as-hell newcomer to the stage, Daphne Cox).
But Esther’s content, orderly life begins to unravel when she receives unsolicited correspondence from a mysterious stranger in the Caribbean. The lyrical Mr. George Armstrong (Esron Gates) has suddenly taken an interest in her. His letters, narrated by Gates’ rhythmic voice, tell of days spent laboring along the Panama Canal, of fellow workers fallen dead to his left and right, of acute loneliness and unquenchable longing for “a gentlewoman’s touch” at the end of a hard day. His every syllable is drenched in sun, salt, and burnt sugar, and Esther drinks in his words in the same gulping way that Mrs. Van Buren downs brandy, or the way Mayme chugs gin.
Illiterate, Esther turns to Mayme and a scandalized Mrs. Van Buren to help her decipher George’s elegant pen strokes and craft the perfect replies (“Dear George, I write you wearing a lavender silk robe…”).
For years, Intimate Apparel has been close to the heart of veteran director Anet Carlin. At first, it seemed San Luis Obispo wasn’t the place for a drama about the private lives of African-Americans in New York City: Where would Carlin get the cast? The task of finding actors to fit the roles was a trying one, but Carlin is a tenacious sort. “I had to cast a wide net,” she said. At one point she “tried to recruit every good-looking African American on the street” to try out for the play.