Eduardo’s Reviews > The last man / by Mary W. Shelly. Volume v. 1 1833 [Leather Bound] > Status Update

On and on and on. And then the narrator expresses his thoughts in pre-Victorian ladylike language which makes sense because the author is just that, a refined cultivated pre Victorian lady, except that the narrator is a dude. This is why I don’t believe she wrote Frankenstein by herself. That novel feels too brooding and masculine compared to this vaporish tale of woe

I’m surprised how much I’m enjoying this book. I should point out that’s mostly about relationships between men and women in marked difference to the story of Frankenstein where the major relationship is between two men.