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kaetzlein 's review for:
Frankenstein
by Mary Shelley
Oh my god, I can't believe I managed to get through it. Don't get me wrong, I love classical literature, but this book was just so tedious!
Maybe it's because I hoped it would be very different that I didn't like it at all. I mean everybody heard of Frankenstein in one's childhood, and I don't remember what exactly I heard, but somehow I was expecting an angry mob with torches and stuff like that. It's stupid, I know, but still, I'd like that stupidness far more.
But all it turned out to be was continuos whining. "Oh, I'm a miserable wretch, misery is my fate, I suffer so much!" Gosh.
Also, Frankenstein is stupid. I mean it, just think of his thoughtlessness. You create a monster, get scared like a little girl and run away, then you find it gone and somehow you think it's okay.
And his marriage: just imagine, he sends his young and loved wife away while he couldn't leave his friend alone for a minute in time of their journey. Be true to yourself, damn it, be either paranoid or careless, pick one!
I'm not talking about his constant illnesses because of nervous shocks.
What I noticed, also, is how often words "fortunately" and "unfortunately" were used, and them always followed some unbelievable event. I don't know, I guess I'm poisoned by materialism and cynicism of Remarque forever, but seriously, how is one supposed to buy all of it?
I understand that the idea was original and deep, but the way it was expressed, oh, that was not to my taste at all. So whoever tells me some book is like this one, I'm not reading that.
P.S. after finishing the review I've read several other ones and you know what? I enjoyed those ten minutes a million times more then the eternity wasted on this book.
Maybe it's because I hoped it would be very different that I didn't like it at all. I mean everybody heard of Frankenstein in one's childhood, and I don't remember what exactly I heard, but somehow I was expecting an angry mob with torches and stuff like that. It's stupid, I know, but still, I'd like that stupidness far more.
But all it turned out to be was continuos whining. "Oh, I'm a miserable wretch, misery is my fate, I suffer so much!" Gosh.
Also, Frankenstein is stupid. I mean it, just think of his thoughtlessness. You create a monster, get scared like a little girl and run away, then you find it gone and somehow you think it's okay.
And his marriage: just imagine, he sends his young and loved wife away while he couldn't leave his friend alone for a minute in time of their journey. Be true to yourself, damn it, be either paranoid or careless, pick one!
I'm not talking about his constant illnesses because of nervous shocks.
What I noticed, also, is how often words "fortunately" and "unfortunately" were used, and them always followed some unbelievable event. I don't know, I guess I'm poisoned by materialism and cynicism of Remarque forever, but seriously, how is one supposed to buy all of it?
I understand that the idea was original and deep, but the way it was expressed, oh, that was not to my taste at all. So whoever tells me some book is like this one, I'm not reading that.
P.S. after finishing the review I've read several other ones and you know what? I enjoyed those ten minutes a million times more then the eternity wasted on this book.