Rating: 8 out of 10
Summary: In The Memoirs of Elizabeth Frankenstein, Theodore Roszak offers us a subversive, erotically charged counterpart to Mary Shelley’s classic, Frankenstein. It is presented in the form of a secret autobiography, a soul-baring document intended for the eyes of a single reader: Elizabeth’s brother, lover, and spiritual other half – Victor Frankenstein.
The writings are discovered by Sir Robert Walton, the Arctic explorer who, in Mary Shelley’s original novel, recorded Victor’s deathbed confession. Walton becomes obsessed with learning the full story behind the mad doctor’s last words. From the tattered pages of Elizabeth’s journal and the scattered clues Walton finds as he re-creates her life, a compelling tale of moral horror unfolds. In her memoirs, Elizabeth emerges as a spirited woman far ahead of her times. Rescued as a child from the Gipsies by the brilliant Lady Caroline Frankenstein, she is raised as young Victor’s adopted sister.
Under Lady Caroline’s guidance, Elizabeth is initiated into a circle of “cunning women” – outsiders would call them witches – who are the guardians of long-forgotten pagan ceremonies and healing arts. She and Victor are schooled in ancient teachings that have been transmitted through female adepts who understand the mysteries of nature. The goal is to unite the two in the “chemical marriage,” a step toward the union of all opposites that will restore the Earth to balance.
The two youths pursue their education through the shadowy realms of alchemical lore and tantric sexual rites until a moment of weakness disrupts the quest. Tormented by shame and anger, Victor turns to the “unhallowed arts” that result in his misbegotten Creature, the vengeful fiend who will haunt Elizabeth’s fatal wedding night (from BN.com).
Commentary: Read this on the plane back from Mexico and finished it (425 pages) in about 2 hours–it was engrossing and I could not put it down. I was kept reading it as I was waiting for the American Airlines representative behind the counter to find my ticket and check me in to my flight.
I read the real Frankenstein novel by Mary Shelley a couple of years ago and loved it. I passed Elizabeth Lavenza off as a weak-minded, shallow woman who was much too dependent on Victor even after all he had done to her–leaving her alone with no notice for long periods of time, creating this horrible monster that ended up destroying her on her wedding night.
Although nobody will ever know Shelley’s reaction to this novel, it’s definitely feminist and goes on and on about the wrongs of the patriarchal society. At many points throughout the novel I was surprised and had to keep reminding myself that, yes, it had been written by a man. It had many valid points (although I don’t consider myself a full-blown feminist, I ardently agree with gender equality and all those things we’re supposed to have in today’s free-thinking, modern world) even when it delved into the slightly more fantastical world of alchemy and secret female cults.
The above mentioned “magic” was interesting and provided some good mysticism and mystery for the novel, as well as a substantial amount of eroticism. Not a novel for the young reader who thinks it’ll be a sequel to the classic, humorous kids’ Halloween movie Young Frankenstein. Sex and the glamour/mystery/ associated with it in Romantic literature is a very prevalent part of the novel, contributing greatly to the plot and tone.
Quite entertaining and a good, fast read. I’d definitely recommend reading the original Frankenstein first.