3. Mary Shelley (1818), Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
I read this in preparation for a
trip to Geneva with the Dracula Society, organised to mark the bicentenary of the famous
wet weekend in the Villa Diodati which gave rise to it (and to Polidori's 'The Vampyre'). I never wrote about the trip here in any detail, because it came half way
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