My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I regretfully admit that it took me decades to finally get around to reading Frankenstein. Writing a review of this classic somehow seems futile. I suppose I have a dual-forked opinion of this novel. On one hand, I have to judge it by its times and by the author. Mary Shelly was in her early teens when she wrote this novel. That makes it an amazing feat for a young woman. However, in the spirit of judging it by its times, I have to compare it to Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Shelly and Stoker knew one another. These two novels were written during the same era. If I had to pick one over the other based on technique, form, and story-telling, I would pick Dracula every time.
Frankenstein very much possesses the over-dramatic sentiments of a young woman. Although the language seems to go far beyond what one would expect of a girl Shelly’s age, the story comes across contrived with too many coincidental circumstances. This novel is a bit difficult to get through. All that being said, it is a novel that should be remembered and read for its landmark effect on fiction.
There you go, my honest opinion.