Our friend on 5th Avenue in New York, lives in an apartment where renovations have been proceeding apace next door. Plaster dust, banging, rattling, drilling and all the noise that accompanies a remodeling have been her constant companion for months.
Imagine if your neighbor is Proust, and he complains to you in heartfelt letters about YOUR noise. Ye Gods! what would you do? Read on. Found in The New Yorker
The Sympathetic Spy Downstairs