Waiting for Gertrude: A Graveyard Gothic

By Bill Richardson

In Paris's Pere-Lachaise cemetery lie the bones of many well known departed. it's also domestic to quite a few stray cats. Now, what if via a few unusual coincidence, the souls of the recognized have been reborn within the cats with their personalities intact? there is Maria Callas, a wilful and imperious diva, wailing overdue into the evening. Earthy, bawdy chanteuse Edith Piaf is a foul-mouthed washerwoman. Oscar Wilde is hopelessly in love with Jim Morrison who unfortunately doesn't go back his affections. Frederic Chopin is as melancholic and deeply contemplative as ever, and in honor of the culture of leaving love letters at his tomb, he's now the cemetery's postmaster normal. final yet now not least, Marcel Proust is attempting to unravel the secret at the back of a few strange thefts - a person has stolen Rossini's glass eye and Sarah Bernhardt's leg. instructed in a sequence of a laugh set items and intercepted letters, this can be a scrumptious story of intrigue, unrequited love, longstanding quarrels, personality assassinations, petty spats, and sorcery that builds to a gradual climax on the cats' annual Christmas pageant.

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Q: approximately. Latterly, many operatic singers were forging collaborations with pop stars. Do you think you and Mr. Morrison may possibly adopt this kind of partnership? A: Oh, my goodness! are you able to think Mr. Morrison making a song “E Lucevan Le Stelle”? Q: it might be sauce for the gander after your fresh functionality of “Come on child, mild My Fire,” would it? A: Why, examine that clock. i feel it's time that you should move. see you later, younger guy. Q: yet— A: younger guy, see you later. HANDBILL dropped at ALL houses attempt Piece for Toms (Bizet—Toreador) try Piece for Queens (Bizet—Habanera) l. a. FONTAINE’S VERSIFIED strolling travel: EDITH PIAF a few cats are keen optimists, They see l. a. vie en rose.

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