the last man

May 9, 2007

“Here’s what really happens…” (Excerpt from The Last Man, by Mary Shelley)

Everything favoured my journey. The balloon rose about half a mile from the earth, and with a favourable wind it hurried through the air, its feathered vans cleaving the unopposing atmosphere. Notwithstanding the melancholy object of my journey, my spirits were exhilarated by reviving hope, by the swift motion of the airy pinnace, and the Continue reading

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May 9, 2007

Mary Shelley’s version

…is far more erotic than mine. I bow to a master. Continue reading

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May 8, 2007

I cross a line

“You will find him at Dunkeld; gentle and tractable he wanders up the hills, and through the wood, or sits listening beside the waterfall. You may see him–his hair stuck with wild flowers–his eyes full of untraceable meaning–his voice broken–his person wasted to a shadow. He plucks flowers and weeds, and weaves chaplets of them, Continue reading

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May 8, 2007

The Exile at Dunkeld

I traveled exhaustively to Dunkeld, all the while Lord Raymond’s words ringing in my ears. Mad… It couldn’t be true. Adrian’s mind was a temple of virtues, strength not the least. How could he have shaped me from the roaming beast I was once, if not with intractable strength? His logic was impenetrable, his philosophies Continue reading

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May 7, 2007

If I ever become an English professor, one of my first tasks will be to refocus literature, especially fantasy literature, to the great early novels. I don’t understand why The Last Man lies in obscurity. It’s a compelling novel I can’t stop reading. It invents science fiction fantasy. It’s so cinematic I could write the Continue reading

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mary shelley, the last man