af Caryl Churchill
Four elderly ladies are sitting in a backyard, drinking tea and chatting casually about friends, family, each other, the past and their anxieties. One went to prison for the murder of her husband. One of them is afraid of cats. A third cannot move … From time to time one of them break out in a disturbing monologue which the others cannot hear, among them the latest arrival, Mrs. Jarrett, who lectures on a surreal description of a world destroyed by human excesses and a population buried under heaps of businessmen. This is a Churchillian apocalypse depicted as a gender-reversed summit of world leaders.
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