Mary Shelleys novel Frankenstein: The Modern Prometheus sparked into life a fascination with science-gone-awry that refuses to die. Can organic life be reanimated using electricity or genetic manipulation? If so, could Frankensteins monster really teach itself to read and speak as Mary Shelley imagined? Do monsters have rights, or responsibilities to those who would as soon kill them? What is it about music that so affects Frankensteins monster, or any of us? What does Mel Brooks Frau Blucher say to contemporary ecofeminism? Why are some Frankensteins flops and others historic successes? Is there a true Frankenstein? Why are children, but not adults, drawn to Shelleys monster? And what is a monster, anyways?
