I'm a big fan of the original Mary Shelley Frankenstein and so was eager to read this follow-up modern novel. The style of the writing grabbed me right away. This author has a wonderful command of the English language. The idea - the continuing saga of Frankenstein's Monster, also piqued my interest. I was ready to love this book.
By a third of the way through, the Monster's whining was really getting to me. Yeah, he's had a bad life. Yeah, everyone hates him, is scared of him, wants to kill him and ruin any chance he has for happiness. But it was like a concert played on one note. POOR ME. It didn't make me sympathetic. There was nothing redeeming about him. He was just pathetic.
Also, there is a lot of violence. A LOT. After a while there is an annoying sameness to the bone-crunching and slashing and head-splitting. Too often, and too much. It detracted from the very sense of jeopardy it was intended to convey.
Lily, the female love interest (if it can be called that) was loathsome. Why would any self-respecting monster, even a desperate one, want the love of such a wretched woman? She was cruel, deceptive, manic,, mean, tormenting, and unnatural WITHOUT being all that interesting. I lost all respect for the Monster because he so craved her. When he wasn't thinking about raping and strangling her, he was wishing she would be nice to him.
Much of the motivation for the entire story is that the Monster wants sex with above mentioned harridan. He keeps hoping. He's a virgin. He wants a woman. She turns him away, taunts, tempts...so finally he runs out into the woods, sheds his clothes, and finds a willing DEER to relieve him. Deer as in, four-legged wild animal. Mary Shelley's Creature would never have stooped to bestiality - he had far too much dignity. The scene was sickening and perverse, and yes, pathetic.
There are a couple of "secrets" that are revealed at the end. I won't ruin it for those who really want to read this book - but just let me say that they were so obvious,and so heavily hinted at beforehand that they weren't surprises at all.
I read Frankenstein's Monster to the bitter end. By the time I was three-fourths of the way through I just wanted it to be OVER, and skimmed whole pages, looking for ANYTHING to make me feel it had been worth my time. It isn't a nice, tight, narrative - there is a lot of stuffing. When I was finished I was deeply disappointed and was glad at least that I had gotten the book from VINE - free.
There was not one likable character in this book. Nothing hopeful, no real love, no romance, and no adventure other than Monster Against The World Trying To Get Really Horrible Girl to Sleep With Him. I say, Pass.
Perhaps it is best to let the unanswered questions of classical literature remain unanswered.