Malcolm Abrams

The city has changed a lot in the years since Bloom began. The university has grown, there are more and bigger buildings, more retirees, more restaurants, more live theater—more of everything, it seems. But the town’s collective heart and soul haven’t changed.

by MALCOLM ABRAMS “There is a crack, a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.” I find indelible truth and optimism in this song lyric written by Leonard Cohen. It applies to today’s America, where the cracks in President Trump’s support have begun and the light is shining through. Crack #1: The whistleblower. […]

On a momentous day in 1975, in the pulp-and-paper town of Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada, a stout 8-year-old boy was taken by his mother’s hand to see his first live play. The show was Godspell and the boy was Randy Timothy White. The performance made such an impression on young Randy that for the first time he began to question his future occupation—maybe he wouldn’t be a hockey player after all. Maybe his future was in the theater.