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On 1 November last year, the day after Halloween - a night that tends to turn all of New York City into a bacchanal of spooky and elaborately costumed glee - a woman working in a Greenwich Village apartment was found hanging by a sheet in her shower.
The woman was Adrienne Shelly, an actress who for a certain generation of independent cinema lovers was something of a muse. Petite, and beautiful in a way that might have been reminiscent of Brigitte Bardot had Bardot also been brainy, funny (...)