Daring Makes It So

Theater: ‘Fahrenheit 451’

For such a grim play, Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451” (the temperature at which books burn) has a delightful and witty finish with Tolstoy and Aristotle and Dostoevsky and Lewis Carroll and Emily Bronte and others milling about, and shaking hands with each other in some woodsy retreat.

“Call me Ishmael,” Melville says, introducing himself to Poe, a newcomer.

These readers have escaped to “tell and remember books,” to memorize great works, preserving them like Irish monks in a shattered world.

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