A review by katiem300
Frankenstein: The 1818 Text by Mary Shelley

4.25

It is so college in November to create a guy out of stuff, if I created a person out of stuff, I would simply relax about it. Like, you were constructing a person out of stuff, and only thought about it when you were done? But also, that’s such male behavior, fatherhood is not considering the outcome but engaging in the process. If someone was telling me a story in which he briefly mentioned that he made a person out of stuff and then went on to talk extensively about their friends and family I’d start ripping up the floorboards. I am with Frank Jr. His father is without thought, it seems. I feel very little for him and very much for Frank Jr. despite the murders. Crazy that Frank Jr. Is better at communication than his daddy, but I guess we all seek to become the opposites of our fathers. It was terribly slow until the monster parts. There fails to be discussion about the process of making a guy out of stuff, like, come on Mary, invent something. But the writing about emotion and what it means to be human and the dynamic makes up for it, it’s good, genuinely. All of these events could have been completely avoided. Your early twenties are crazy.