[Ed. note: The following citations come from one-star Amazon reviews of Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein. (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.
horribly and not understandably written
if you want to read this book, you will need knowledge of five words; reverence, countenence; ardour; odious; benevolence.
I probably skipped over 50% of the pages.
Unfortuantely, literature is an art
Its amazing that in less than a year, a monster, made from dead criminals can learn to speak better than i have been able to in my entire life.
UMMM CAN WE SAY “SUCKY” ?
There is no underlying message
I didn’t think anything could be worse then Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis”.
I decided to channel my inner John McCain and just survive the torture.
Hollywood does a better job with the story than the original author.
a “sissy” plot
One word. “Endeavor” This word was used ATLEAST 4 times a page on every page of the book when Victor is talking.
SORRY, BUT THIS BOOK DID NOT ENTERTAIN ME AT ALL, I THOUGHT IT WAS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU WOULD CALL “HORROR” WICH IS WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.
By the way? Where did he get the pieces of dead people?
I didn’t think anyone could make a 160 page book seem so long!
I threw it out my window.
I’d put this alongside other amateur horror authors like Stephen King
The whole novel is full of such ridiculous co-incidences and logical inconsistencies.
And talk about repetative.
The creature went from hideous dumb clod to hideous Collin Firth in a matter of months via eavesdropping on some peasants.
Movie was a million times better than that stupid story but I will say that it was very poorly written
ok this book does not deserve the title of a horror story its not scary in the leat bit.
Shelley is not only a terrible author, she is also an ignorant and prejudiced one.
It just had too much detail
I had seen the movie, and usually, if I like the movie, I like the book even better, but this time they really improved on the book.
Mary Shelley was the Stephanie Meyer of her generation, and her novel should be shelved with the chic-lit vampire romances and other such fare read avidly by teenage girls.
READ DRACULA ITS WY BETTER!
What can i say? This is not a great product, and not worth any stars.
Well I think I made my point.
In Arua we took rooms at The White Nile Palace Hotel. Here was the palace, but we’d crossed the Nile twenty kilometers ago. We arrived at night and formed no impression of the surrounding neighborhood except by its sounds—goats and cattle, arguments and celebrations. Surveying the parking area and later the tables in the café, I judged we’d come among missionaries and relief workers—Médecins sans Frontières sorts of people with good, big SUVs and clean hiking shoes. The grounds were well-kept and our quarters were comfortable. I hadn’t quite expected that.
At dinner Michael was nowhere in evidence. Davidia and I shared a table with an elderly, exhausted French woman of Arab descent who told us she studied torture. “And once upon a time before this, I spent years on a study of the Atlantic slave trade. Angola. Now it’s an analysis of the practices of torture under Idi Amin. Slavery. Torture. Don’t call me morbid. Is it morbid to study a disease? That’s how we find the cure for it. What is the cause of man’s inhumanity to man? Desensitization. The numbness of the perpetrator. Whether an activity produces pleasure, pain, discomfort, guilt, joy, triumph—before too long the soul grows tired and stops feeling. It doesn’t take long. Not too long at all, and then man becomes the devil, he laughs at his former scruples, he enslaves and tortures without compunction.” The woman’s taut, quivering neck, her mouth opening and closing . . . Halfway through her dessert of ice cream with chocolate sauce, without a word, she got up and left the table.
Read the rest of the excerpt at FS&G’s blog Work in Progress.
“The Tell-Tale Heart”
by
Edgar Allan Poe
(Illustration by Harry Clarke)
TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Continue reading ““The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe”
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