well i did not have "guy who taught me Russian A in freshman year of college calling me a slut on twitter for wearing red lipstick" on my bingo card today
the replies to this are in the long term demonstrative of a harrowing erosion of even the barest faith in our democracy, but in the short term kind of nihilistically hilarious
me, reading mary shelley's frankenstein: huh, the melodrama and extreme emotionality remind me of "the sorrows of young werther"
frankenstein's monster, a few chapters in: so i found a suitcase with "the sorrows of young werther" in it and read it and based my personality on it,
amazing that the monster is chilling in his hovel and someone just leaves a valise in the woods with goethe, plutarch and milton in it and its just never explained
frankenstein's monster in movies: *grunts, groans, shuffles*
frankenstein's monster in the book: *eloquent discourse for like a hundred pages straight, heartrendingly articulated emo laments, relays an entire subplot that could be its own novel about some people he stalked*
i finally finished bram stoker's DRACULA and regret to say that despite its towering reputation its kind of shit, as a book
too much:
-incomprehensible speechifying from Van Helsing in a weird clumsy iteration of a Dutchman's English
-chasing, and I cannot emphasize this enough, after boxes of dirt, for like the entire back half of the novel
-the phrase "I am but a poor weak woman"
-train schedules
not enough: -ACTUAL VAMPIRE STUFF beyond the kickass beginning in jonathan harker's journal. the Count gets like 3 scenes and the rest of the time its just sloppy friends chasing dirt boxes
-the entire potential of Renfield is completely squandered????? what was the point????