Thursday, May 26, 2011

"Frankenstein"; or, "The Modern Prometheus" by Mary Shelley









Finally, I am going to talk about my favorite book, Frankenstein.

It is probably that everyone knows the story, so I won't tell you what is it about, but I will tell you how it was written, and about who wrote the story (Frankenstein is probably one of the only ones romantic figures that have not been prostituted and murdered, for example, the vampire, the wolf-man, the elves, the dwarf, etc.)

On 1913 (The Summerless year) Mary Shelley and her husband Percy made a visit to their friend Lord Byron (Yes, the romantic poet) on Villa Diodati, Switzerland. So, that stormy night, this three friends and the Byron's Doctor, John Polidori, started reading German Horror Stories, and at last Byron challenged everyone to compose a story. So, this day Polidory wrotte a short tale that served him to compose "The Vampire" (The first vampires's story). Mary didn't can write a complete story, but that night, she started to develop an terrific idea for a story. And like always, inspiration came, and when Mary listened his husband's conversation with Polidori about the probability of come alive death animals, She had the missing piece of the story. But there was a slowly process, and it was just on 1831 when she finished the story, with Percy's help.
But What about Mary's life? I think that the origin of the story is so fantastic, overcoat if we reads about it now, because we now about vampires a lot, and we know how important is Lord Byron for the universal literature, and know that all this things had the same origin is exciting. But Mary Shelley's life is a different story too. But it is another story.

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