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Mary Shelley, The Authoress of Frankenstein, Mother Of Science Fiction.

Mary Shelley.

Embedded into the minds of almost everyone in the modern Western world is the famed creation of Mary Shelley, Likely there is no need for me to even mention what that creation is, but we all know its not possible to talk about Mary Shelley without mentioning it, or is it?

Despite the infamous and the ubiquotous, highly adulterated within most pop culture references to her literary creation’s first unavoidable name dropping here, Mary Shelley was an interesting woman well worth studying, and knowing about; but of course we’ll be discussing our gruesome Prometheus gone wild, and don’t we all secretely love Dr. Frankenstein and his monster?

We shall all agree here, as indeed we must, that Mrs Shelley’s person can’t be extracted and dissected from her core trait renowned through antiquity, imaginative thinking, and her awesome creative writing.

Mary Shelley, A Portrait.

Claire Clairmont – Step Sister Of Mary Shelley

The Life Of Mary Shelley

Mary Shelley was born on August the 30th day of 1797 to a father that was known well for being a political philosopher, William Godwin was he, of course, and William’s wife was quite a person too, philosopher and feminist Mary Wollstonecraft, who died of puerperal fever when young Mary was just eleven days old. If you get the idea that young Mary Shelley was deprived of female roll models, or that the loss of her mother played a major role in her life’s events, well, you might be onto something.

Mary’s wealthy left leaning father remarried, and Mary was educated in the aristocratic liberal sort of way so typically seen since forever and before then, but most of her learning came informally, directly from her scholarly father. Mary Shelley would never bond at all with her stepmother, its said Mary detested her.

Mary and Percy Shelley met somewhere in Scotland, later they would rendezvous clandestine style at her mother’s grave, they had no Bill Of Rights to be violated by fascist dictators and illegal surveillance drones then, but of course they weren’t in Obama’s America either. I’ve always said that a man who’s not had a romp in the graveyard has never lived, sometimes Wikipedia just leaves us all hanging. Regardless, despite Percy Shelley’s endorsement of Mary’s father, reciprocity wasn’t on the menu, and so Mary was cut off by her father in every way.

Mary would marry the talented wordsmith Percy Bysshe Shelley, and with her sister, Claire Clairmont, and husband – set out for France where they would then tour large portions of Europe, and as is common for those with the ways and means to travel, gain a bit more sanity and wisdom always inherent for such. Percy had alienated himself from his own aristocratic family, and the source of the alienation had been Percy’s admiration of the work of Mary’s father, most particularly, the book Political Justice (1793).

Marriages were meant to be permanent, but bisexual Percy didn’t much think so, he’d had a previous wife, and she’d kill herself, Percy and Mary’s first child would also die, these things happen; but social ostracism and debt came to both Percy and Mary – the universe, of course, is one to honor truth and consequence.

In 1816, the couple famously spent a summer with Lord ByronJohn William Polidori, and Claire Clairmont near Geneva, Switzerland, where Mary conceived the idea for her novel Frankenstein. Lord Byron was THE libertine rock star of the Western English speaking world of that era, and he was seeing Mary’s sister Claire; if you happened to have got the notion from reading Frankenstein that overt homosexual overtones were thematic therein, well, you might have gained some insight into Byron’s relationship with the Shelley’s.

Two more of the Shelley children died very young, call it the David and Bathsheba effect if you wish.

Percy drowned in 1822 in a boating accident, leading Mary to dedicate the rest of her life to being an authoress, and the mother of her and Percy’s one surviving child.

Mary Shelley died in February 1851 at 53 years of age of a brain tumor.

An Early Drawing Of Frankenstein’s Monster.

The Literature Of Mary Shelley

The thing I want to be certain the reader knows here is that Mary Shelley didn’t just have famous parents, a famous husband, sister, and also happened to writeFrankenstein, she wrote quite a lot more than the one novel everyone everywhere has been exposed to the characters of.

Valperga  (1823) ,Perkin Warbeck(1830), the apocalyptic novel The Last Man (1826), and her final two novels, Lodore (1835) and Falkner (1837).were other notable works by Mrs. Mary Shelley. Studies of her lesser-known works such as the travel book Rambles in Germany and Italy (1844) and the biographical articles for Dionysius Lardner’sCabinet Cyclopaedia (1829–46) prove Mary remained a radical liberal of her time her entire adult life, just as her husband and father both had been.

While I can’t claim to have read the books mentioned above, I can claim to have very much enjoyed reading Frankenstein, and I’d read it again. The book about the mad scientist and his famous creation is exceedingly depressing, terrifically depicts what life must have truly been like for some in areas of Europe at the time, and was, perhaps, the very first work of science fiction to have ever penetrated the minds of the dull masses. Victor Frankenstein, of course, reverberates through to our very core in this modern world where DNA can be duplicated to frame anyone for any crime in the global banker’s superstate of fascist horrors,GMO frankenfoods forced upon the masses to deplete the population, and the horrific reality of manufactured bias and utter stupidity is injected into the minds of the global hordes toward their own destruction while the same know it not at all. Victor Frankenstein is very much our global oligarchy, the compliance to his system of economic depression, disease, materialism, vacuous distractions, social division, and bogus war – the Adam of his creation. May we rest in pieces.

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