A profile of the woman behind the largest "singles newspaper" in 1970s New York. ”The Village Voice had kind of a kinky and or bohemian feeling, the NY Review of Books was more intellectual, bookish, so I think there was this idea, that we would be somewhere in between.”
When caught in the act of fabricating evidence, the fraudster admitted to writing the letters, but insisted she was assisted by the dearly departed spirits of Lincoln and his alleged paramour.
