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The arts don’t trump all other values and obligations, says theatre critic Charles McNulty. There’s a category for artists who believe their creativity should be prioritised in all weather: narcissist.

In a recent article for Vogue magazine on how the theater will survive the pandemic, playwright Matthew Lopez, author of the epic gay drama “The Inheritance,” made an assertion that I think deserves closer scrutiny.

“What is certain is that our hunger for stories has grown even more insatiable,” he writes, in a conclusion that attests to the enduring place of drama in our lives.

I don’t know about you but I feel surfeited with stories at the moment. With television streaming at us from every direction and electronic warehouses of books available for download with a click, I find the problem isn’t an insufficient supply of narrative but a deficit of attention compounded by an oppressive quantity of choice... Keep reading on Los Angeles Times