When a dystopian tale is done "right" - whether as prose, verse, or for the stage - the memory of it's message and lost, pain filled world stick like a fishbone in ones throat. Like Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451", John David Westby's "Burn Schedule 10Min" may never lose its relevancy. Or subtle power. And that is a problem. Kudos!

The very short play we need in these dark times. The reminder that what some would call an "Infraction" others would call "being alive." A powerful two hander and a pile of books.

The conflict in Westby’s sharply written play about stolen books and the supposed dangers of words deals with a man looking for his lost daughter, along with the loss of imagined worlds and ideas, and a young man who is deathly afraid of allowing the words to live free. The case for the beauty of stories by E.B. White, Victor Hugo and Maurice Sendak is beautifully told, which strengthens the argument that we need books, plays and poetry, perhaps now more than ever. Excellent work!