“It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.”

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley


I grew up reading.  Both my parents were ardent readers of anything and everything.  Really….cereal boxes, murder mysteries (my mom loved the series with the cat), comic books, poetry, classics, science fiction, history.  Fiction and nonfiction.  If it could be read, they read it.  We had a small library in our house (which doubled as my mom’s sewing room) and we were regulars at the library down the street.  I would read whatever my parents let me and then some, I just loved the entire process of discovery.  My friends…not so much.  They did like to listen to a good story though.  I loved telling the stories of what I had read as much as the reading itself (still do) and forced all of my childhood friends to be in my “book club”.  We would sit under my bestie’s willow tree in her front yard and I would enthusiastically recount the tale I was reading.  They were usually enthralled and would make up endings to suit themselves before I would ever get to it.  At the time it didn’t bother me that I was the only one doing the reading (does that make me an enabler?) …it just made me happy to share (and be bossy, which was a plus).

I first read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein when I was a pre-teen…maybe 11-ish or so, after I watched the original movie with Boris Karloff (the one from 1931) on the Sunday morning monster movie…. I couldn’t get to the library fast enough.  I was obsessed with Victor by Ch. 5….obsessed, disappointed, confused, exasperated…I wanted to reach in and hit him on a regular basis.  I questioned his every move and looked for legitimate motives.  Being so young, I didn’t digest the controversy of creating life, I just accepted it.  I had no problem with the main issue of Victor playing God….what I had a problem with was him letting go and abhorring his creation so easily and so rapidly.  I though it was cowardly and showed a considerable lack of maturity and responsibility.  In my adolescent mind creation equaled ownership….ownership equaled responsibility.  I wondered how a seemingly intelligent adult could be so irresponsible (my dad later told me that intelligence and responsibility do not necessarily go hand in hand).  That Victor could possess such a human flaw distressed me… still does actually.  I read and waited…I needed a turning point…that ah-ha moment when Victor sees the light and makes everything right.  I needed him to be the hero.  I wanted him to show compassion to his creature, he was, after all, raised in a loving compassionate household…this should come as second nature to him.  His immediate agony upon making life confused me…what he had worked so hard for…what he had though of as beautiful and worthy of his labors became monstrous the instant his creation opened his eyes and took a breath.  How could you not love your own child?    To be continued….

“I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room, and continued a long time traversing my bedchamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep. At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured; and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness.”

Interested?  Read Frankenstein for yourself (I’m still an enabler, but I do love when someone else reads the same story and picks it apart with me).  I was so excited when Cursed Events announced A Tattered Page, a new event that was focused around a piece of literary work that creators and bloggers have read (or read for the event).  What a creative bent on the traditional “book club”!  So the creators read Frankenstein, mark their favorite passages and/or concepts and design a one of a kind piece for the event to be sold in-store.  Visit the shopping guide for merchants, pictures and landmarks and immerse yourself in Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein ❤

~Tableau Vivant~ Curly hair (female fit) – Blacks+Whites @ The Men’s Dept.
~*S.E.*~ Blast Goggles for A Tattered Page
{Rook} Poses – Frankenstein’s Anguish /w window pose prop for A Tattered Page
{RW} Broken Melancholia Dinghy w/Paddles for A Tattered Page
{RW} Mesh Cattails for A Tattered Page
Belleza– Venus mesh body – Updated
Belleza– Grace med. # 5 skin

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