Too often, our comfort zones are our tombstones. We settle into numbing patterns and that’s that — wake me when it’s over. Not so in the frenetic world of James Franco, whose ambition over the past few years has manifested almost as performance art: he’s been affiliated with multiple M.F.A. programs, in fiction, poetry and filmmaking; he’s angling to add “Dr.” to his name, having recently become a Ph.D. aspirant at some shabby school called Yale. Oh, and in case your particular comfort zone is a cave: he’s a pretty successful actor, too.
Congratulations to Franco for the publication of his first book!
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Read this this morning with my coffee. Nice! Not sure why we don't more often connect the dots between the actor's and the fiction writer's process of identification. Am teaching a course on performance and fiction and this just came up in conversation with Matt Sharpe, who said he had to figure out and take notes on a lot of biographical details of a character that would never become explicit (or even apparently matter) in the narrative, and we observed that actors do that all the time.
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