It’s been fun to bash James Franco, but I’m not really serious about it. Plenty of people have scoffed when he decided to be a writer. Not that he shouldn’t be able to be a writer, but more that his fame got his writing attention long before people felt that his writing was ready for it. People feel plenty of other writers deserve that attention more. Still, fun aside, I don’t think I should have played around with this without at least checking something out.
That’s right, I’m going to read James Franco.
I just picked up Palo Alto, his story collection. I don’t know if I’ll dig it or not, but if I’m going to make the occasional little jab at him then it’s only fair that I at least read something.