
Charles Bethea
Staff Writer at The New Yorker
Freelance Journalist at Freelance
@newyorker staff writer in ATL // [email protected]
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1 week ago |
newyorker.com | Charles Bethea
Charlie Duncan could very well be the oldest man in Georgia. “I’ll be one hundred and six in May,” he said the other day at Benton House, a senior-living facility in the town of Woodstock. With that much mileage, he’s survived a few things, one of them being the stock-market crash of 1929. Duncan, who still has his hair and his wits, and tooled around behind the wheel of a PT Cruiser until a fender bender last year, was ten years old when the market crashed.
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3 weeks ago |
newyorker.com | Charles Bethea
James Harden, the Los Angeles Clippers prolific shooting guard, recently scored fifty points in a game for the twenty-fourth time. The next day, Maxim Peranidze, a twenty-six-year-old Angeleno born in Moldova, headed to an indoor basketball court in the San Fernando Valley which he’d rented with his twin brother, Gene. “I was, like, ‘Bet—I got him,’ ” Peranidze said, of Harden. He set to work.
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1 month ago |
newyorker.com | Charles Bethea
In May of 2023, about two dozen small paintings were discovered in a box in the attic of a two-hundred-year-old clapboard mansion in Milledgeville, Georgia, where the writer Flannery O’Connor lived between the ages of eight and twenty-one. They were her work. The house’s most recent occupant, Louise Florencourt—lawyer, pack rat, and protector of her cousin Flannery’s legacy—had died the previous summer, at ninety-seven.
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1 month ago |
newyorker.com | Charles Bethea
What is a waterfall, exactly? “It can be controversial,” Mark Oleg Ozboyd said the other day, in Rabun County, Georgia. “There are fifty different answers.” Ozboyd leans conservative when it comes to applying the designation. “A random cascade out in the woods is not a waterfall,” he said. “Neither is a little white water. Personally, I think it needs a ten-foot sheer vertical drop.
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2 months ago |
newyorker.com | Charles Bethea
Last September, I spent an evening at a meetup near Atlanta titled “Bitcoin Enters the Mainstream Political Arena.” It was the first time that the group of mostly white, mostly male, mostly bearded thirty- and forty-year-olds, had convened to focus their attention on the politics of cryptocurrency—which had suddenly, rather shockingly, become front and center.
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