Once you’ve interviewed as many people as Susan Orlean has, you start to crave what she calls “counterprogramming.” Every magazine profile has its setting; every setting suggests activities that a journalist might find logical to do with their subject. In New York City, driving is not one of those. Which is why right after I meet Orlean in Soho, she gets behind the wheel of a borrowed car, installs me in the passenger seat, and heads directly for the Holland Tunnel. The writer, 69, lives in Los Angeles, but when she lived in Manhattan in the ’80s, she had two cars, one of them parked on the street — which meant she spent a lot of time hurrying up the sidewalk to check on it, craning her neck to see if this would be the day she’d find the windows smashed. Now, she steers us deep into the pi

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