Celebrating the stalker.

I really can't understand why the New York Times would write a substantial article about A.J. Weberman, a man who has rooted through Bob Dylan's garbage for years. I can see that he's written a book, but this isn't a book review, and there's no indication that the book is anything other than a deluded obsessive's compilation of invented interpretations of song lyrics (published by the Yippie Museum Press).