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‘I thought for a time that this might even be a blessing, David’s way of taking care of his little brother from the grave. But then it began to seem like a curse: I had gotten sucked into the world of David’s notebooks, but what if I couldn’t find my way out? Who said I wanted to write books anyway?’

‘David was no longer my brother. He was my subject. He was my occupation, the thing I did from just after breakfast to just before dinner. He was my job, the thing that paid the bills.’

His last letter home, arrived after his death. From the Garden of Eden.