Sometimes you just have to get into bed, pull out your iPhone, and read an Amie Barrodale short story from The Paris Review aloud.
If you're James Franco, that's probably what you do every night. Or at least most nights. After you're done taking Comparative Tolstoy 403 in Houston and then hopping aboard your helicopter to Yale to finish up Medieval Manuscripts 203 for your double Ph.D. program and then taking a Vespa back to New York to teach a class about transferring "poetry to film," that is. And don't forget to star in seven movies and direct a Faulkner adaptation!
Franco has to do what he has to do. And that's why he sent The Paris Review his interpretation of Barrodale's short story from issue 197 and naturally, they posted it. Because he's James Franco, gosh darn it, and he has our very culture in the palm of his exceedingly rich and educated hands.