Book review - Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus, by Marry Shelley In this tale, a frequent concern is placed on the corruption of the soul. Therefore, as a modern reader, you would have to have a strong sense of morality to sympathize with the narrator’s anguish, as a big share of the pages is dedicated to describe his self-inflicted torments and his psychological struggles with the consequences of his acts. The act of murdering is an ultimate disgrace and a murder, an unforgivable wretch. In this resides most of the horror of the novel, which may render to frustration the modern reader, so used to stories of slaughter and other hideous crimes. Keep in mind, though, that the tale was written in the victorian era. Yet, the concept of an undead creature made out of corpses may chill one’s bones, even though the original novel doesn’t have all the cinematographic appeal added by post adaptations to the original plot. Finally, it is pitiful the treatment Frankenstein’s creature receives from humankind, whose hostility towards its hideousness turns the creature into a villain just like it is taken as.