I felt that Frankenstein was painfully inflated... I understand that it was the style at the time to wax into elaboration over every little detail, but it still felt to me like she was trying to get paid by the word; that the story would have worked better as a tersely-worder novella than as a full-blown book.
Some day, when I am long-retired, perhaps I should try to do a mashup between Mary Shelley and Earnest Hemingway: her story, his economy of words.
I think I would enjoy that.
Last edited by Dngrsone; 03-04-2014 at 11:10 AM.
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