Welcome to Friday Reads. Each Friday, I’ll review any books I’ve completed that week, as well as share what I’m reading right now. And by “Each Friday,” I mean “some Fridays.”
Frankenstein—Mary Shelley—2* (Oct 23)
The story of Frankenstein has become a common cultural reference, but I’d never read the source material. Still, I had high hopes for creepiness. Instead, the scariest part of the book was how it took so long to read 108 pages. (Update: I have no idea why the Kindle version I read says it only has 108 pages. Paperback versions are well over 200 pages, which seems more accurate.)
The first word that comes to mind is “bloated.” The first third of the book is some random dude on a boat voyage. Eventually, he takes Victor Frankenstein aboard and the story finally starts. As far as I’m concerned, 30 pages could’ve been easily cut and it would’ve greatly enhanced the reading experience.
The story of Frankenstein’s relationship with his monster was well-developed, as was Frankenstein’s inner struggles as he lived with the secret of his creation, but the tedium leading up to the main action affected my attitude toward the rest of the book.
The book ended much as it began—with a long, drawn-out whimper. Very disappointing for a classic.
It’s just really not that good.
I’ve read this book before, but I want to read it again before I see the live performance on Halloween night.