\u201cIN an instant all will vanish and we\u2019ll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n
When the actor Wendell Pierce spoke these words in performances of \u201cWaiting for Godot\u201d\u009d here last month, he really was in the middle of nothingness, or what looked a lot like it.<\/p>\n
The performances, by the Classical Theater of Harlem, took place outdoors in parts of the city particularly hard hit by Hurricane Katrina and slow to recover. In the Gentilly section, a gutted, storm-ruined house was used as a set. In the Lower Ninth Ward, where one of the largest black neighborhoods in a mostly black city was all but erased by roof-high water surging through a levee, the intersection of two once-busy streets was the stage.<\/p>\n
The streets are empty now, lined with bare lots. A few trees and houses stand far off. Reclamation work by returning homeowners and volunteers is under way. But some residents live in cramped trailers supplied by the Federal Emergency Management Agency, here widely despised for its inefficiency. Under the circumstances, Beckett\u2019s words sounded less like an existentialist cri de coeur than like a terse topographic description.<\/p>\n