Thursday, August 30, 2007

There’s Something About Mary… Shelley

It’s the birthday of Mary Shelley, a gal who had such a novel idea that she decided to write one. Upon completing her book, she exclaimed, “I think I’ve created a Frankenstein!” And so she called her book Frankenstein.

It’s Shelley’s 210th birthday. If she were alive today, she’d probably be annoyed, what with having been buried and all.
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Sufficiently-bored parties (my favorite kind!) might care to peruse my take on Frank’s Monster & his would-be Bride.

Part The First
Part The Second
Part The Third
Part The Fourth
Part The Fifth
Part The Sixth
Part The Seventh
Part The Eighth

2 comments:

HMSnow said...

This is definitely the first short story I've ever come across wherein a conservative preacher picks up an undead woman at a goth bar by discussing the theology of the soul. Probably the only such story I'll ever come across, too, come to think about it. I do like a bit of uniqueness.

Allen said...

Don't forget "dressed as a werewolf"! That's very important, what with the jungian archetypes and all that--er (insert something psychological and arty here.)

It's an odd duck of a tale, alright. Roger Corman could do something with it, I'd bet.

I think the implicit warning in this story is "Never drink more than 3 or 4 espressos while watching "The Bride of Frankenstein."

At its basis, really, it was just an attempt to fit the bride character into a scenario that wouldn't conflict with the novel's express parameters.

I'm much prouder of "Becoming Salvish Theander."

Glad you were sufficiently bored.