The Strangely Soothing Power of Fran Lebowitz’s New York

It’s Fran’s world; why can’t we all live in it?

After seven days of wallowing in the contaminated sludge of the news cycle, I finally found refuge last night. I spent hours in the company of a 69-year-old woman walking around New York City—unmasked, in the days just before Covid-19—holding forth about everything that annoys her: people…