Jeannette Winterson’s 1997 novel. I read an Alfred A. Knopf Borzoi first edition hardcover.
(or buy Frankissstein instead…)
1 out of 5 stars.
Times Read: 1
Alice, a physicist and Stella, a poet, fall in love after Alice begins an affair with Stella’s husband.
The most unpleasant book I’ve ever stuck with until the end. I should have bailed when the urge first hit me, twenty pages in, but Winterson’s Frankissstein impressed me so much that I believed things would come together. But the occasional beautiful phrase became exhausting with no plot cohesion and no characters to care about.
The book’s description makes this sound like an exploration of a polyamorous relationship between two scientists and a poet, which is an awesome starting point for a plot. But Alice and Stella don’t even meet until halfway through. Even then, Alice is fixated on her father’s life and death and Stella tells magical realistic stories of her birth and family. I never had a grip on the personalities of any of the three main characters. I have no idea what attracted them to each other. I have no idea who they are. But I know a lot about their parents.
I also expected science to play more of a role here, but this book is much more interested in mysticism and magic (the chapters are named after tarot cards and I have no idea why). Continue reading