Mary Shelley – Frankenstein

Frankenstein_ENE-book, as far as I saw, is already pre-cut of all the introductions, second introductions, notes on book, notes, chronology page and preface. I suggest to those who shall take an old copy, as I did, to skip all those as well, for otherwise you will have enough spoilers to lose half the damn mood. I, being uninformed, read Mary Shelley‘s “Frankenstein” as it was, reading everything there was, even the three appendixes before I began the book, with the first letter it starts in.
The book is like that movie, Inception. It is told from a letter some man writes to his sister. He speaks at first of a man he saved in the North of the ice-floater. Then he starts re-telling his story, and he, in return, re-tells the story the Monster told him, of these other people’s story. So it’s a story within a story within a story. It was slow and boring at first. I didn’t care to hear of Frankenstein’s mother, I didn’t care of his childhood or that orphan girl his family adopted and he figured she’s, in a literal sense, his own thing (not as rudely as it sounds, but there you have it). It was all necessary, I’ll give you that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I had to push myself into reading.
But then the second half started rolling on. The Monster, at first ditched by his creator and father, had found him once again with a wish to reason. He told his story, and suddenly it all gained speed and some proper tension to it. You see, Frankenstein created his monster superior to human beings. But as he opened his eyes, Frankenstein was so disguised by the loathsome view, the monstrous looks of the creature, that he literally ran out and stayed away, expecting the beast to just die-off like some ugly child. Seriously, no joke here, Frankenstein abandoned his creation, because he made him ugly!
Monster, alone, with no language to speak, went away for some sense probably told him he was unwanted. In the time being he managed to pull on some pants and snatch his creators diary. He had quite a few adventures, passive, yet enough for him to learn the language and figure out that human society is horrible and definitely shallow. The blind man alone gave him a chance to speak.
So all in all. The book had slow passe, but turned better. It’s a slightly difficult read, but one can definitely get used to it. And I will give it 4 out of 5. Mostly because it’s a tale of two monsters, less that of a Modern Prometheus as the author wished it to be. One is a monster on the outside, ugly and disfigured. But the other one is a lot worse, rotten from the inside more than Rowling’s Umbridge.

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