Mary Shelley is perhaps best known as the author of the novel Frankenstein. Written when she was nineteen and published when she was twenty-one, Frankenstein is regarded as the first true work of science-fiction and is so influential across literature and popular culture that it created an entire genre of horror stories, plays, and films.
Mary wrote the story while on a trip to Geneva with Lord Byron, John Polidori and her future husband Percy Shelley. The four had a competition to see who could write the best horror story, and Mary wrote the novel after dreaming of a scientist who created life only to be horrified by the result.
While Frankenstein is her best known work, Shelley was a prolific writer during her lifetime. Her work was heavily influenced by Romantic ideals and her commitment to political reform. Today, Shelley is regarded as a leading Romantic figure and significant for her political voice as a woman and a liberal.
Seriously. I cannot stress how much this needs to be seen. If you are a fan of theater or want to have an emotional night out, go see this. I have seen many shows but nothing quite like Frankenstein. Go see it. Do it.
OH I WANT TO SEE SO DESPERATELY! Super jealous of those who get to see it wow!!!
BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH, 2011, Frankenstein, National Theatre. ‘He was on the phone arranging tickets for somebody while undergoing the two-hour make-up job he had to do every night. He was starting on the film War Horse with Steven Spielberg two days later’
look at his hair being gelled back mmm yes
his hair kind of makes him look that dude from cromartie high
We’d been wearing these pretty unforgiving Speedos [in rehearsal], but there was a moment when we just did it. We ran around the stage screaming and that was that. It was like two kids holding hands and running off a cliff edge together.
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My heart is black. It stinks. My mind, once filled with dreams of beauty is a furnace of revenge. Three years ago when I was born I laughed for joy at the heat of the sun. I cried at the call of the birds. The world was a cornucopia to me, now it is a waste of frost and snow.
These photos again with a proper source link.