Torn by revolution, gasping at the quick pace of technological change, divided by debates over racial equality, early 19th Century Europe produces a crop of batshit-crazy writers, and Mary Shelley. She writes a book that treats on themes of parenthood, which is completely misunderstood for two centuries.
There's a book called <i>The Man Who Wrote Frankenstein</i> that argues that <i>Frankenstein</i> was actually written by Mary Shelly's husband, Percy Shelly.[1]<p>A later book, <i>Shelley Unbound: Discovering Frankenstein's True Creator</i> makes the same case.[2]<p>[1] - <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Man-Who-Wrote-Frankenstein/dp/0943742145/" rel="nofollow">https://www.amazon.com/Man-Who-Wrote-Frankenstein/dp/0943742...</a><p>[2] - <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shelley-Unbound-Discovering-Frankensteins-Creator/dp/1936239604/" rel="nofollow">https://www.amazon.com/Shelley-Unbound-Discovering-Frankenst...</a>