This post from over at Biblioklept is wonderful if you have a strange sense of humour like mine, or you might see it as a terrible injustice to an enduring, amazing piece of literature. Actually, its both.
[Ed. note: The following citations come from one-star Amazon reviews of Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstien. (See also: Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow, George Orwell’s 1984, Melville’s Moby-Dick, Joyce’s Ulysses and Markson’s Wittgenstein’s Mistress). I’ve preserved the reviewers’ own styles of punctuation and spelling].
Take it from me, a seasoned man of literature.
This book had a really good idea for a story.
Well, Mary Shelley was a teen when she wrote this.
And why do they call it a “horror story”?
I would rather read the berstein bears.
How does a gathering of dead limbs and organs produce super human strength?
Mary Shelley uses a lot of fancy words and complicated sentence stucture but the book really doesn’t say anything.
I don’t really care what the mountains looked like.
I would not recommend this book to anyone under the age of 40.
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