I’d have called this review “The Post-Modern Prometheus,” but The X-Files got there first.
There’s a strong case that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein — not to be confused with the Kenneth Branagh-directed film Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein — is the most influential work of fiction published since 1800. There are huge swaths of science fiction narratives in which humanity creates a new form of life only to see it rebel; it’s not hard to place Frankenstein at the heart of that.
In our morning reading: a playlist from Jim Ruland, thoughts on Califone’s new album, and more.
In our afternoon reading: thoughts on novels by Alex Pheby and Maryse Condé, an interview with Gabriel Blackwell, and more.
In our afternoon reading: writers on “Frankenstein,” an interview with Lincoln Michel, an excerpt from Michael J. Seidlinger’s new novel, and more.
Interviews with Leigh Stein and Teju Cole, news of a new Sleater-Kinney album, Neil Gaiman on Mary Shelley, and much more in this morning’s reading.
Stephen Elliott hung out in Williamsburg (went hard, if you will) and wrote about it on The Rumpus. Lit. Largehearted Boy reviews Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked. McSweeney’s to publish an old-fashioned, Sunday edition-sized broadsheet: San Francisco Panorama Jonathan Lethem recommends on Daily Beast Edgar Allen Poe’s only novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, and describes it as “the missing link between Mary Shelley and Herman Melville.” My kind of narrative. On Willa Cather’s development as a novelist. […]
Werner Herzog’s characteristically bizarre short film The Millions thinks the New Yorker’s been exceptional lately. We cosign, wholeheartedly. Emdashes proposes a panel called “Why Keep Blogging?” for next March’s South by Southwest interactive festival. Help her out by showing your support. There’s a new biography of Somerset Maugham: The Secret Lives of Somerset Maugham by Selena Hastings. Revisiting the question of authorship in Frankenstein. How much carbon dioxide are you helping emit RIGHT NOW?