sabrina grdevich


Ophelia is a child. She has been dominated by powerful men all of her life and suddenly they all disappear. Her brother goes to France; her father is murdered by her boyfriend, and he is shipped off to England. She is alone for the first time, grieving and heartbroken and guilty because, as far as she’s concerned, it’s all her fault. She ignored her brother’s advice and fell in love with Hamlet, and now her father is dead, all because of her. And the pain, and the loss, and the shame, and the guilt, all of this is gnawing away inside this little child’s mind and it comes out as little songs. ‘And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead.’ My father is dead, and I killed him. Okay? Now, let’s try it again, without the Vietnam flashback.”