Opera for the time-poor
Ultra-condensed Puccini in a can
SCENE: The shiny, new, custom-built SMOOTH OPERATORS CLUBHOUSE, which may or may not exist solely in INVERTED-JABBERWOCKY’S mind.
NATURETHEZAFARA troops downstairs into the basement to see INVERTED-JABBERWOCKY sitting at a desk, feverishly writing notes and muttering to herself. To her left, music from Puccini’s La Bohème blares out of a rusted gramophone; to her right sit three television sets, each simultaneously displaying three markedly different productions of the opera, along with a fourth which displays Mozart’s The marriage of Figaro, for no apparent reason.
INVERTED-JABBERWOCKY: It’s clear as day that she’s a manic pixie dream girl, but how to best illustrate that in a world where everyone else is at least halfway there themselves . . . ?
NATURETHEZAFARA: Seriously, Jabbers, it