Farewell, My Queen

On the eve of the French Revolution, everyone is a prisoner. The starving sans-culottes are powerless prisoners of a government that parties more effectively than it governs. The royals are no better off, as their opulence does nothing to protect them from the angry radicals out to behead them, and their money squandering has rendered them prisoners of their own country. Perhaps their servants—caught somewhere in between the two worlds—are the only ones with any freedom....  read more