I was thinking that the title would seem like the start of a really funny joke, but it is something that actually happened.  Via The Faster Times:

the two authors were in a creative writing workshop together at Amherst college. Can you even imagine the workshop comments they gave each other?

That’s a pretty weird connection, but at this point, we are used to the “six degrees of David Foster Wallace” thing.  However, what I find really dark here, is that when you read the article The Faster Times gets some of it’s info from, it starts out with Dan Brown sitting alone in a Starbucks in Seattle.  Really Dan Brown?  Really?  What sort of an amateur goes to Seattle to sit in a Starbucks?