I must say that the
only main reason I purchased and read this book is that James Franco is the author. Let us take a moment to review this reason…
Thank you, google images.
Anyways, the book was interesting. A mesh of a bunch of different story lines, not so much intertwined but… yeah. Honestly there were times I had no idea what was going on in the book. And there were some parts I found a little dry, or just not that interesting. But that’s okay, because anytime I zoned out while reading those parts, I just pictured this:
Which is honestly much, much sexier than what I am usually thinking about when I zone out while reading.
I appreciated and enjoyed this book for art’s sake. It made me think of a friend I had in high school, who would often have conversations with me where I had no idea what he was talking about, but I knew that’s because he was so intelligent that I was unable to keep up. I think that’s what happened here. Or at least that’s what I’ll tell myself – that Franco’s artistic vision was just way above my comprehension level. Luckily for me, I have no problems comprehending his aesthetic.