Ahickpoet's review
i was happy to be reminded that this book exists.
i read once, in tillie olsen's silences, that frankenstein could be seen as an extended metaphor of the artist returning to the hometown with creation in tow and receiving a rather unwholesome welcome... which is one reason why i love this book (that and the drama and the fact that she tossed it off in her sleep practically as an 18 year old)
