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September 17, 2017

Tragedy stalks Hester La Negrita, the heroine of Suzan-Lori Parks’s “In the Blood,” as relentlessly as it does the doomed queens of Euripides and Racine. Played with exquisitely clouded radiance by Saycon Sengbloh in the Signature Theater’s first-rate revival of this genre-mutating 1999 drama, the illiterate Hester would probably never presume to talk in such highfalutin terms.

Though she tries her hardest to live as if were otherwise, Hester intuits that destiny will be ruthless with her. How could it not be with this impoverished mother of five, spurned not just by lovers past but also by the world whose margins she inhabits so tenuously?

On one sunny day in the dirty city, Hester sees a full solar eclipse that is visible to no one else. It was, she says, like “the hand of fate with its five fingers coming down on me.” Ms. Sengbloh endows the description with a raptness that stops time, and an abject figure acquires majesty.

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