BOOK REVIEW – “Frankenstein”
Mary Shelley, the young author of “Frankenstein,” said she wanted to write a story that “would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature and awaken thrilling horror — one to make the reader dread to look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beatings of the heart.”
I know that it is I who am wrong, for this enduring tale has been popular forever, but I would have to say Shelley failed if that was her aim. First, I should admit that I had never read the book before now. I know that leaves me in the minority, for this first modern work of fiction has been a favorite of readers for over two centuries. I have to say that I was not frightened and I’m more disappointed than I can explain for I picked it as a Halloween read with the express purpose of being frightened. My blood did not curdle. My heartbeat did not quicken.
That being said, it was an interesting read. If there is anyone out there who hasn’t read it don’t let me discourage you. The book follows a different storytelling format which I had not encountered before. From the beginning it was a story told, first by a sea Captain to his sister, then Victor Frankenstein to the Captain and finally, the monster himself telling his point of view to the Captain.
I personally felt sorry for the monster who was somehow put together by Frankenstein from human body parts obtained from cadavers and then instilled with life. Imagine being born as an adult and a hideous one at that! It seemed to me that Mr. Frankenstein had way too much self-pity and very little concern for his creation’s predicament.
I welcome your views of “Frankenstein” and I promise that I will not review the movie which I plan to watch tonight. Better late than never?