September's read for the Classics Book Group proved far more engaging than I had anticipated. Most of us know the story, more or less; I didn't realize how little the novel had to do with monsterish-ness and how much it had to do with psychology, loneliness, grief, and regret over stupendously bad life choices. On the question of what the novel has to say about science, the jury is likely to remain out forever. Shelley is too sly to tell us directly what she thinks, at least in these pages. Atmospheric and worth a read to celebrate the 200th anniversary of publication.
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