I was asked again – in an interview, and at a party – So, what’s the deal with trying on a corset for research? What I wish I could answer is, to make these dresses fit properly.
In the novel, Istvan says to Rupert that “Names are for armor. Or camouflage.” One could say the same for clothing, and I tried to reflect that in the text: who wears what, fawnskin and stickpins, unbecoming silks, a lover’s eye . . . Not to mention the onstage costuming. So much of who we are is reflected in what we choose to wear, how we choose to adorn ourselves, even if that choice is for no adornment at all. Mufti, maybe?
But no, I didn’t buy the corset, more’s the pity.
Though I suppose I could go back to the corsetiere. . . .

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