Anna “Delvey” Sorokin has a soft spot for ambition gone awry.
Sitting in the bedroom of her sparse Manhattan apartment, Sorokin is harping on the legal definition of fraud, insisting that she never “intentionally” or “maliciously” tried to deprive anyone of anything, as the law would tell you.
“I was just trying to make my passion happen and I felt like if I couldn’t do it this way, I had to do it that way,” she tells me. “It was never like, let me...