... 1818, a short, gothic novel entitled Frankenstein, or, The Modern Prometheus 1st was published. The author was 21-year-old Mary Shelley (left), who'd written it while still a teenager. She was the daughter of 2 political writers: her mother was feminist and IntLawGrrls foremother Mary Wollstonecraft, who died during the birth of this child. Mary Shelley wrote in an 1831 edition of the novel that it was her husband, the poet Percy Shelley, who effectively put the pen in her hand. He was, she wrote,
very anxious that I should prove myself Worthy of my parentage and enrol myself on the page of fame. He was forever Inciting me to obtain literary reputation, which even on my own part I cared for Then, though since I have become infinitely indifferent to it. At this time he Desired that I should write, not so much with the idea that I could produce Anything worthy of notice, but that he might himself judge how far I possessed The promise of better things hereafter.
The endurance of the story in popular culture attests to the worth of her endeavor.
(Prior March 11 posts are here, here, and here)