And I was home by 11:00, with my mystery, some other books and some CDs. On my way downtown, I read the Act one libretto of Chee-Chee. It owes a great deal to Gilbert & Sullivan; it may be set in ancient China, but the characters are 1920s New Yorkers: Chee-Chee is a spoiled petulant society wife, her husband's a moron, the tartar Chief is the Latin boyfriend, the soubrette is a rich young flapper, the Prince a young, rather dim, playboy, and the Grand Eunuch a mogul, whose idiot son won't take over the family business. It's rather like a comic episode of THE SOPRANOS. It could all occur in the wilds of Manhattan and New Jersey.