Meet Dr. Frankenstein. He’s a TOTALLY NORMAL guy, with an utterly normal online dating profile, researching the “secret” to life like all normal
people academics Scientologists do. On a normal day in his average laboratory, he gathers mysterious chemicals and the body parts of dead people, as you do, to bring to life a completely unremarkable MONSTER.
Meet the MONSTER. He is UGLY, and he is PISSED about being UGLY. He wants REVENGE on Dr. Frankenstein, because SOMETHING. He kills three people close to Dr. Frankenstein, and is the indirect cause of two more deaths. They probably didn’t deserve it.
Here’s Dr. Frankenstein again. For a while he did nothing, but he is PISSED now. He chases down the MONSTER across a desert of ice. The readers are on the edge of their seats because SURELY this means there will be an EPIC SHOWDOWN between MAN and MONSTER.
BUT WAIT. Meet Robert Walton. He’s the captain of that ship bound for the North Pole that you’ve heard so little about. Walton finds Dr. Frankenstein in the middle of his TOTALLY NORMAL, NOT AT ALL PSYCHOTIC pursuit of the MONSTER and brings him on board, where Dr. Frankenstein tells his whole ABSOLUTELY TYPICAL story and then dies.
Is It One of the Greatest Books of All Time?
If I say no, will Dr. Frankenstein hunt me down on a dogsled? What about the MONSTER? No?
I’ll still say yes, just in case.
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.