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Halloween Countdown, Day 10


FRANKENSTEIN
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LINKS OF THE DAY: At last! At last! As of yesterday, the (to my knowledge) very first unabridged audiobook recording of one of my all-time favorite novels is available for free download. Thanks to the wonderful volunteers at LibriVox, Mary Shelley's post-apocalyptic masterpiece The Last Man is now available for your listening enjoyment.

Here are a few other links related to Mary Shelley (1797-1851):

* The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley: A Hypertext Edition is an excellent online edition of Mary Shelley's fantastic novel.

* My Hideous Progeny: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein explores Mary Shelley, her works, and her world.

* Don't miss this wonderful site!





LITERATURE OF THE DAY: On a note related to Mary Shelley, today's text is an excerpt from "The Giaour" by her friend, Lord Byron (1788-1824), a poem notable for including the first mention of vampires in English literature. This passage, which includes the reference to vampirism, conveys a terrible curse:

But thou, false Infidel! shall writhe
Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe;
And from its torments 'scape alone
To wander round lost Eblis' throne;
And fire unquench'd, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name---
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn,
But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go---and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
Till these in horror shrink away
From Spectre more accursed than they!



Read the entire poem.

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gilda_elise
Oct. 10th, 2008 03:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the links, especially to The Last Man. I'm looking forward to reading it because I've always loved Frankenstein.. I so wish they'd make a movie that truly followed the book.
eldritchhobbit
Oct. 11th, 2008 11:54 am (UTC)
You're most welcome! I love Frankenstein, too. (And I share your wishes for a film.) Mary Shelley is fantastic. I hope you like The Last Man!
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