Frankenstein.

In case anybody has been wondering, I haven’t been giving a running commentary on Frankenstein because it simply isn’t engaging me. So far the writing style has been correct, but dense and lacking any hint of lyricism; the two male narrators are a long way from being masculine as I understand the term, and I find myself quite unable to take them seriously; and there’s a self-conscious glumness about it all that I find drearily un-tragic.

I intend to finish it; maybe it will pick up when I get to the creature stage. At the moment, though, I’m reading it purely out of a sense of duty and not with any sort of pleasure.