Sometimes an idea will pop into your head that just won't leave you
alone. That's what happened to me when I had the idea of writing a
retelling of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein where everything a dying Victor
Frankenstein told Captain Walton aboard the icebound ship was a lie to
protect his reputation, and the monster now gets to tell the real story.
A year later this idea continued to nag at me, and after another year of reading about thirty books for research this idea had turned into a
story that I wanted to write. In my version, Victor Frankenstein would
be in league with the Marquis de Sade to bring hell to earth, and the
monster remain a tragic, albeit heroic, figure. Thematically
the book would be about the corrosive quality of vengeance, as well as a
repudiation of de Sade's central theme of man being little more than a base animal.
While I knew there were many readers who consider Shelley's great novel
a sacred tome and would look at any retelling as blasphemy, at this
point this was a novel that was burning too deeply inside and was one I
had to write.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
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