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.

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


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.