Smart and accomplished, it is customary for psychoanalyst, Dr Faye Monroe, to control the dialogue, ask the questions, tease answers. When she encounters a new client,the erudite Oliver Blake, the nature of engagement tilts,and with it the axis of Faye's constructed world. A cerebral dance commences. Choreographed with hints of a 'danse macabre', it evolves tofencing, bouts of cognitive and psychological combat. What does he actuallywant? Who is his wife?And where is she?Against a classical score, we roamand ricochetphilosophy, art, Schopenhauer and the childless choice, Greek myths,scatology andsarcophagi, andin India,the delicate and rich art of passementerie,itselaborate braids, embellishments and stitching...As well as the more mundane - college friends, old flames, excruciating family - the contrast oflife's messy minutiae. In its Arabic origins, the word of the pigeon whisperer is deemed untrustworthy,dismissed as hearsay from court, tainted and taboo. As our perspectives shift and swivel, fault lines are traced, addictions viscerally fed, and as cracksand flaws are revealed, we ask, whosewhispers, whosewords,dowe believe?
