Reviewed by Christy H.
The pull-quote on the cover
of my edition of this book states that it “rattles enjoyably through a lurid
and restless landscape.” I completely agree – mainly because the verb “rattles”
conjures up visions of a rickety old roller coaster whose course you cannot
predict. Montillo swings from the real-life “mad scientists” who spent their
evenings grave robbing (or hiring someone to do it for them) to Mary’s
scandalous love affair with Percy Shelley to even an erupting volcano in 1815!
Back and forth, crisscrossing along the way, it’s somewhat difficult to get
your bearings. So many names were thrown at me I often wondered if I should
start taking notes just to keep them straight.
While
I can’t say anything specifically needed to be edited out (I enjoyed every tidbit
I read), it certainly would’ve benefited for some kind of organization. Some
parts were needlessly messy and confusing. On more than one occasion Montillo
skipped over the death of one of Mary’s children only to bring it up later in
the book in regards to her depression. Or possibly it was the same child’s
death she was referring to a few times, it isn’t clear. I still don’t know how
many children Mary had in all. (One survived into adulthood.)
That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy this book. It’s very enjoyable
for anyone who takes an interest in science, literature, horror, history, science
fiction, or just celebrating talented women and their work – pretty much
something for everyone. It begins by alternating between Mary Shelley’s
childhood and the popular science experiments of the time. (Hint: they involved
cadavers and electricity.) From there, it tumbles through the history of these
experiments and the history of Mary - taking detours for mini biographies on
Percy Shelley, Lord Byron, and principal others. While convoluted at times, it
is a fun little read, especially for fans of Frankenstein. Speaking of which, that aforementioned volcano in
1815 caused intense weather anomalies in 1816 - including the severe
thunderstorm that kept Mary, Shelly, Byron and company holed up in a house on a
lake with nothing much to do except tell ghost stories. Mary’s story, legend
tells, eventually became the classic novel Frankenstein.