After an unplanned week away from the theatre thanks to my latest brush with Covid, I'm back at Trafalgar Theatre, whose corridors have been decorated with Americana - maps, dusty photos and pictures of bulk retail store Costco. Although could there be anything
more American than a weird collective national boner for Lewis and Clark, the 19th century explorers who mapped the West, and the latter of whom provides Samuel D. Hunter's play with its title?
Clarkston is an industrial town in Washington State named after William Clark, who camped out there for a while to write some of his much-loved racist diatribes about the indigenous people. Jake (Joe Locke) is a distant relative of the explorer's raised on his journals, and it's this connection that was, he claims, the reason he decided to take a break on his road trip across America and stay there for a while.
