Frankenstein, One Hell of an Absentee Father

I've myriad conflicting feelings about this book. It's extremely easy to see why it's the classic that it is, and the jabs that it takes at self obsessed upper-class academic types are *chef's kiss*. This is a miserable book however, and if you aren't listening to Victor prattle on about how very hard life is for him in ever aspect, you'll instead be hearing the most heartbreaking stories from the creation that he's spurred.

Make no mistake, the creature, or Adam, is by far and away the best character in this book. You wish so badly that Victor would give his creation the respect and attention it deserves, but no, he's over here fainting while looking at beakers and flasks.

Maker and creation are scarily alike in myriad ways. Both are wicked smart and adhere to scientific methods to solve their problems. They also both tend to have flairs for the dramatic. However, I find it fascinating how this reanimated abomination has more humanity at times than Victor ever does. Had his creator not been one of the most self-centered people in Central Europe, maybe this story could have ended differently.

Alas, damned near everyone dies, and we're left wishing Victor Frankenstein had put just as many points into Wisdom as he did Intelligence.