“Sometimes we were strangers even to ourselves.”
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Lightning streaks across the sky. The wind howls, rain pounds against the windows, and shadows creep along the walls of the parlor. A warm fire crackles in the hearth, and a book sits in your lap. Through the glass, trees writhe and twist in the tempest. The storm rattles your bones. The dark corners of the room send a chill up your spine. And maybe, just maybe...you see a figure, standing outside the window.
Watching you.
The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein was a creeping, biting, terror of a story. It set my hair on end. Moved me to tears. Made me so angry, so unsettled, that I couldn't put it down for the life of me.
Kiersten White is a genius.
In this book, we follow Elizabeth Lavenza: adopted cousin of the Frankensteins, blushing bride to Victor, and an ultimately silent presence in Mary Shelley's original story. Frankenstein is a masterful work of fiction, and a classic for a reason - however, White's attempt to tell Shelley's tale through the perspective of Elizabeth was a true feat. Who was Victor, really, to Elizabeth? Why was she chosen by the Frankensteins to be his "special friend?"
What dark, dreadful things would a young girl have to do to survive the mind of Victor, a young boy with little empathy and incessant curiosity?
White beautifully captures the gothic, dramatic flare present in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The Frankenstein's manor house on Lake Geneva, silhouetted by snow-capped peaks, the grimy streets of Ingolstadt, and the crisp, vibrant beauty of mountains and glaciers leapt off the page. The setting was so immersive, and the historical period was incredibly well-realized. Supposedly, Elizabeth's wealthy parents died of the plague when she was a young girl. With no money or prospects, she was taken in by a poor family with too many mouths to feed. Eventually, she was sold off to Madame Frankenstein, who was taken by Elizabeth's golden hair and pretty face. She was to be Victor's special friend.
The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein takes a deep dive into the toxic, twisted relationship between Elizabeth and Victor. Elizabeth's livelihood depends on Victor's opinion of her. If she can't tame him, can't lead him back from his more...violent urges, the Frankensteins have no use for her.
Therefore, Elizabeth's whole sense of self was shaped by Victor's wishes. In order to secure a place for herself in a world that constrains, belittles, and controls women, Elizabeth must be a version of herself that Victor loves. Approves of. She lingers in Victor's shadow because she knows that's where she needs to be in order to get what she wants. This made for a fascinating character in Elizabeth. She's calculating, intuitive, manipulative, and extremely smart. Even smarter than Victor, probably, but she can never express that in front of him. He always has to be the most intelligent person in the room.
“I, however, was perfectly aware of my beauty. I considered it a skill, alongside speaking French, English, Italian and German. It was a language of its own, in a way. One that translated well in different circumstances.”
I loved Elizabeth as a character. She's one of the most dynamic, interesting female protagonists I've come across, and I was immediately sucked in by her narrative voice. When Victor has all but disappeared while attending University in Ingolstadt, Elizabeth is determined to track him down. Their relationship is...extremely complicated. Victor is emotionally abusive, quick-tempered, and controlling. Elizabeth had to shape her entire life around him, and sees Victor as her only ticket toward stability. This is during a time period where women had to get married in order to survive, especially if they had no money. White wrote Victor and Elizabeth's relationship with intricacy and care; Elizabeth defends Victor, covers for him, even loves him to a degree. Witnessing Elizabeth crawl out of her toxic relationship with Victor on her own volition was gratifying to see, and completely cathartic for me. I loved it.
The other characters were great as well. Victor was portrayed as the villain he always was in this book, and I loved White's take on his dark, damaged personality. Mary was a wonderful addition to the story that I would have liked to have seen more of. Henry deserves the world. He's such a sweetheart.
Justine was a minor character in the original classic, but plays a much larger role in here. I can't express to you the depth of my love for her. I was so surprised by how moved I was by Justine's character. Her horrible upbringing, kind, sensitive heart, and emotional bond with Elizabeth made me adore Justine so much. Truly, I haven't been so utterly moved by a female friendship in a long time. I was brought to tears! Seriously, Elizabeth and Justine's friendship was everything to me.
White also gave Victor's Creation an interesting twist in this book, which I really enjoyed. There's a found-family element toward the end of this story that made my heart so happy. If I had one complaint about this book, it's that I wanted it to be longer.
The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein expertly intertwines new, fresh ideas with Mary Shelley's original story, and made the emotional beats of the classic ring even truer for me. Elizabeth's perspective was fascinating, and I adored the female gaze White lended to this horrifying story. The writing was excellent, and there were moments in here where White captured Shelley's creeping terror perfectly. I was spooked several times while listening to the audiobook. The narrator was superb!
“Lightning clawed across the sky, tracing veins through the clouds and marking the pulse of the universe itself.”
I just...don't have anything negative to say about this book. I adored it. Kiersten White is one of my favorite authors for a reason, and her niche is dark retellings focused around angry, complex female characters. It's my brand, honestly. I love it. If you haven't read this book, please do. I've heard other reviewers claim this book was boring or slow, and while I can understand some of the complaints, I was thoroughly engaged from start to finish.
Gorgeously dark, twisted, and full of soul. This book was perfection.
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“Some nights, when even my childs heart knew that what I had been asked to endure was too much, I would stand on the edge of the lake, lift my face to the stars, and scream. Nothing ever called back. Even among the creeping things of the lakes night, I was alone. Until Victor.”