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Adapting Frankenstein: The monster's eternal lives in popular culture
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is one of the most popular novels in western literature. It has been adapted and re-assembled in countless forms, from Hammer Horror films to young-adult books and bandes dessinées. Beginning with the idea of the ‘Frankenstein Complex’, this edited collection provides a series of creative readings that explore the elaborate intertextual networks that make up the novel’s remarkable afterlife. It broadens the scope of research on Frankenstein while deepening our understanding of a text that, 200 years after its original publication, continues to intrigue and terrify us in new and unexpected ways.
- GenresNonfiction
360 pages, Hardcover
Published September 14, 2018
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June 4, 2022
This is a depressing glimpse into the harsh reality.
A writer has to write to eat. And in order to eat, they give the world something. Some are appreciated, and become bestseller authors. Some are not, but they contribute to the existence of the profession, of the specialized magazines, of the habit of reading, and so on.
A bureaucrat, like these leeches, doesn't have to produce anything. They get paid every month from the taxes collected from the writers and the readers. If they don't work, they still get paid. They don't have to give anything to the society in which they live. They only take. And they take for their wages. But they also take for their homes, for their offices, and for all the nieces and nephews they will use their influence to hire as ”researchers” and other made up functions. And when the leaches are not content with how much money they get from the pockets of the general public, they will write sloppy articles, they will gang up and produce volumes like this one: now they have more ”published works”, and they are ready to take more tax money, both when they work, but also when they don't work. And when they will decide they can't be bothered to work any more, the society will be forced to pay them pensions.
A writer has to write to eat. And in order to eat, they give the world something. Some are appreciated, and become bestseller authors. Some are not, but they contribute to the existence of the profession, of the specialized magazines, of the habit of reading, and so on.
A bureaucrat, like these leeches, doesn't have to produce anything. They get paid every month from the taxes collected from the writers and the readers. If they don't work, they still get paid. They don't have to give anything to the society in which they live. They only take. And they take for their wages. But they also take for their homes, for their offices, and for all the nieces and nephews they will use their influence to hire as ”researchers” and other made up functions. And when the leaches are not content with how much money they get from the pockets of the general public, they will write sloppy articles, they will gang up and produce volumes like this one: now they have more ”published works”, and they are ready to take more tax money, both when they work, but also when they don't work. And when they will decide they can't be bothered to work any more, the society will be forced to pay them pensions.
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