Apologies for the delay in writing this review – I’ve been moving house and things have been a little manic. Better late than never, here’s my review of “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelly.
“I love Frankenstein by Mary Shelley; it’s not that crock of Goth horror of the films but a big ol’ story of love, creation, belonging and beauty.”
After some of my more taxing reads (Wuthering Heights in particular) I can happily say I really, really enjoyed Frankenstein. The book isn’t at all what you’d expect! Years of conditioning has led me to believe Frankenstein is a tale of Gothic horror, castles, lightening, killer monsters and locals with pitchfork whereas it’s a tale of creation, longing, love, torment and ultimately destruction.
From the very beginning you’re sent in a direction you did’t expect. About a 3rd of the book is written in letter form and the rest as a manuscript. We start our journey on an Arctic vessel where we meet Frankenstein (the creator and not the monster as people often think) and the story unfolds.
The book gives us opposing explanations of the creatures actions and lets the reader decide on where the true cruelty lies… Is it the abandonment of the creature and it’s isolation from society or the attacks on Frankenstein’s friends and family.
As classics go I really enjoyed this book and would recommend it to anyone – thanks Helene!