By Francesca Segal, August 13, 2009
Ariel Leve is a pessimist. She’s a hypochondriac, an Olympic-league worrier, and expends a considerable amount of energy and intellection on figuring out how, precisely, it’s all going to go wrong.
She is also very funny. Eeyore meets Woody Allen. Or, as Joan Rivers described her, “the love child of David Sedaris and Fran Leibowitz”. But then you probably know that, having read her Big Bagel columns a couple of years or so ago in this very newspaper, and no doubt her Cassandra columns too, much beloved in the Sunday Times.