Lord Loveworthy has a problem. His only daughter is soon to be married. And the only way to pay for her wedding is to blackmail the vicar who's seducing his wife. But how does a Victorian pornographer commit extortion, without inordinate discord, at tea?
"Jeff Goode's deeply silly, thoroughly enjoyable period satire on sexual hypocrisy. Goode can tease the bejesus out of a comic premise, and his gleeful dismantling of the British gentry's corseted mores spins into an unhinged anarchy that would please past masters Wilde and Coward." -Los Angeles Times
"Few fellows have found fancier, funnier ways to turn a phrase than Jeff Goode, who with his new work pays homage to the humorous plays of the Victorian era and injects a healthy dose of modern edge to the clever dialogue, loaded with alliteration." -Backstage
"Jeff Goode has fashioned a faux British Victorian farce that is linguistically bracing. A capable ensemble serves up arched barbs and ripostes." -Variety
"A perfectly calibrated send-up of English gothic literature ... Goode's clever writing comes marbled with alliterations and a well-sculpted structure ... Funny stuff!" -L A Weekly
"Ingenious wordplay drives ... verbal virtuoso Jeff Goode's ... playful homage to drawing room comedy!" -Houston Chronicle
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