In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our intrepid staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our intrepid staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

In the first of our series of highly personal, brazenly arbitrary neighborhood tours, our staff writer sings the praises of her neighborhood.

What happens when you cram 20-odd singles into a Hamptons hideaway and give each of them a queen-size bed? Less than you might think.

After three straight disappointments, New York's original Lit Girl is back with a ballyhooed new novel, A Certain Age, a sad, skillful tale of nineties New York. She told you she could do it.

Her empire of nineteen discos has dwindled to seven, and her New York club draws more of the gold-chain set than of the glitterati. But for the 69-year-old Queen of the Night, the party is far from over.