"Place: Somewhere else. Possibly heaven. Possibly not."
And with that wonderfully sly description, Bicknell starts the reader (and/or audience) on an equally wonderful, and witty, journey into a post-life bit of reckoning for Hamlet's mother Gertrude, from his spurned love Ophelia. The venom flows, the accusations fly, and Gertrude's obtusely defensive denials mount with each line while one is left to simply sit back and marvel at Bicknell's wordplay, a darkly comic feast of Shakespearean proportions. Such nasty fun!
"Place: Somewhere else. Possibly heaven. Possibly not."
And with that wonderfully sly description, Bicknell starts the reader (and/or audience) on an equally wonderful, and witty, journey into a post-life bit of reckoning for Hamlet's mother Gertrude, from his spurned love Ophelia. The venom flows, the accusations fly, and Gertrude's obtusely defensive denials mount with each line while one is left to simply sit back and marvel at Bicknell's wordplay, a darkly comic feast of Shakespearean proportions. Such nasty fun!