In March of 2024 we firmly left Dostoevsky and began a two month journey through the “year without of summer” with Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. I was introduced to the story of Frankenstein through Mel Brooks’ film Young Frankenstein, and have so many other film adaptations and references to the story, but I had never actually read Mary Shelley’s classic work. The pace and the vocabulary was a bit challenging, and it really left me wishing I had read Paradise Lost. But I appreciate the journey of the novel. The anxiety of progress, science and medicine, the mechanisticalitic view of humanity and the god like hubris of Dr. Frankenstein unleashing a monster onto the world. It’s still a richly applicable analogy.
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