By all rights, Tim Lee should be a shoo-in for reelection as Cobb County chairman. But in May, he came within 400 votes of losing his position outright to a no-name challenger.
Merited or not, Atlanta sports fans have a reputation for fair-weather flightiness. Followers of the city’s big-league teams would do well to take a lesson from supporters of our lesser-known pro team, the Atlanta Silverbacks.
Want to spend New Year's Eve chatting with Mary Shelley and Victor Frankenstein? The author and her characters come to life in a new immersive theater experience from Atlanta's Found Stages, where the audience can mingle and interact with the actors rather than sit back and watch.
As beverage director for Taco Mac’s parent company, Tappan Street Restaurant Group, Fred Crudder is responsible for what goes into the 1,900-plus beer taps at the chain’s twenty-four locations. He’s also the inspiration behind the Fred, an underground bar at the Prado location open to frequent drinkers in the
Walkin' and talkin' / Daryl and Beth make their way / Grim scene; Georgia clay.
There’s no room for fear in Nitro Circus, a daredevil action sports collective descending this month on the Georgia Dome. Founding members Jeremy Rawle, Gregg Godfrey, and Travis Pastrana started filming stunts in Pastrana’s backyard in 2003 and landed a short-lived MTV reality series in 2009.
Amber Dermont's debut novel, "The Starboard Sea," is set in a fictional world of beauty and privilege that she remembers clearly, but with a healthy dose of cynicism. The associate professor at Agnes Scott College grew up in a Victorian coastal village on Cape Cod. “When you grow up by the ocean, you have no idea how lucky you are,” she says. In her novel, teenager Jason Prosper is reeling from the suicide of his prep school sailing partner and first love, Cal, and trying to fit in at a new, lesser East Coast boarding school that is full of similarly rich, fallen kids. “We weren’t bad people,” Jason says, “but having failed that initial test of innocence and honor, we no longer felt burdened to be good.” He finds some comfort with a girl named Aidan and, alternately, with a smug band of annoying, perhaps dangerous classmates. It’s a coming-of-age story about learning to navigate by the right stars—or sometimes in the pitch black. The descriptive passages are lovely, whether Dermont is writing about the open sea or an ancient doorman: “In his navy wool uniform, all epaulets, gold tassels, and brass stars, his kind face glistening with sweat, Max looked like the commander of a sinking ship.” And the author is remarkably adept at writing in the voice of a teenage boy. “Not a challenge,” she says, laughing. “I have the mentality of a fourteen-year-old boy. No, I have a real love for teenagers. I really am fascinated by them, because they’re so much smarter than we are.”
For Atlantans, translating what it means to live or be from here to outsiders can prove to be a challenge, and we tend to show more than tell.