Dear Mary Shelley . . .
Mar. 25th, 2012 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litlover12I could not possibly care less about the mother of the daughter of the Turk saved from imprisonment on a false charge in another country by the son of the blind old man now in exile in Germany. Would you kindly just GET ON WITH THE STORY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TELLING!?
Honestly, no one does tangents like a 19th-century novelist.
And the ability to suspend disbelief in those days must have been monumental, too. How could anyone picture Frankenstein's monster reciting pages and pages of this rigmarole to the creator who's sitting there itching to kill him, without half-dying of laughter? For the most part, this is undeniably a powerful story, but it certainly has its MST3K-able moments.
Honestly, no one does tangents like a 19th-century novelist.
And the ability to suspend disbelief in those days must have been monumental, too. How could anyone picture Frankenstein's monster reciting pages and pages of this rigmarole to the creator who's sitting there itching to kill him, without half-dying of laughter? For the most part, this is undeniably a powerful story, but it certainly has its MST3K-able moments.
