Book Nook: Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley

Went back in time once again for a classic. I’ll admit, I never watched any of the old Universal monster movies. Never got into Frankenstein, werewolves (except Underworld), vampires, etc. What I didn’t realize was just how good this book was. I knew not how articulate the monster became, the chase and chaser, etc. The running joke among the “well, actually” crows is “well, actually, Frankenstein was the scientist.” To which, I can now say , “well actually, wasn’t Frankenstein the true monster?” And then sip some fancy port or something which I would assume I have in my hand when this conversation happens. That Mary Shelley wrote this at 19 is remarkable. I’m 43 and just now perfecting the junior high volleyball gamer. I went in expecting horror pulp and got a damn moral ambiguity masterpiece paired with a slow chase.


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