Barbara Sorel lived a lonely, thwarted, marginal life. As she always used to tell her few friends, who knew her only as Sorel, she was everything America hated: a Jewish, lesbian, communist drug dealer. She had been living alone and isolated in a tiny, unkempt studio apartment on the fourth floor of 331 East 5th Street since the mid '70s, rarely interacting, much less sharing intimacy, with anyone. She... More >>>