‘Frankenstein’ Has Always Held Up a Mirror. What Does It Show Us Now

 

 "Every work of art is, in some way, about its own creation. Del Toro has always been confused about why the creature’s body had to be made of scraps of corpses. If Victor was so brilliant and could animate flesh, why couldn’t he reanimate an intact body? But this was Shelley’s “work,” in every sense, the piecing and patching together of parts, of sewing the clothes that might bear a body through new life and death, of weaving a story capacious enough to contain her prodigious self-education, the pain of losing her children, her mother’s absence, her father’s abandonment, the exhilaration of thinking alongside her husband and friends. She draws together these strands into unity, stitching them a story of loneliness, vengeance and the possibilities for repair."

READ THE ESSAY BY PARUL SEHGAL