Frankenstein’s Bride by Hilary Bailey is the third sequel to the Frankenstein novel by Mary Shelley that I’ve read recently. This one is a sort of alternate world sequel to the novel. It’s narrated by Jonathon Goodall, a wealthy young man interested in languages who becomes friends with Victor Frankenstein in London and then becomes involved in Frankenstein’s attempts to teach a mute singer (no, that’s not a typo) to speak.
I can understand titling the book Frankenstein’s Bride for marketing purposes but I think it serves the story poorly. The story seems to be trying to be a mystery. “Frankenstein in London” would have perhaps been a better title. It still references the good doctor without other parts of the plot becoming obvious.
This isn’t a direct sequel. It takes place a few years after the events of the original but concerns events that happened differently here than in said original.
Bailey gets the character of Frankenstein right. He’s a vain, self-involved obsessive who only gets more so as the story progresses.
The monster himself appears little and when he does he seems to be more the dumb brute of the films than the articulate demon of the novel.
The narrator, Goodall, is pleasant enough fellow to spend time with, a good chap who tries to do the right thing. And fails. Otherwise we wouldn’t have much of a story.
Now I want to read about the monster’s adventures in Australia.