It was fun to see someone else’s words next to mine. When I finished, my friend David Rees, the artisanal pencil sharpener, asked if he could borrow it. I purchased and read Inferno, which was inscrutable and interminable, and as I read I scribbled in its margins. Why does he write the way he does? Is he a sneaky genius? How is it possible that he was once in a writing seminar with David Foster Wallace? (One of my dreams is to write a hit Broadway musical about that seminar, in which Dan Brown strides around the stage wearing a tweed jacket with elbow patches singing bombastic anthems about the great masterpieces of Europe while DFW sings introverted atonal fugues with mumbling sotto voce footnotes.) Like most writerers, I am crazy about Dan Brown. Recently I had a new kind of marginal experience that I would like to share: the pleasure of joint, or (as they say in grad seminars) “dialogic” marginalia. I am on record, both in this magazine and in my local newspaper, as an enthusiastic defacer of books.
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