The Other Mary Shelley: Beyond Frankenstein

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Audrey Fisch, Anne K. Mellor, Esther H. Schor
Oxford University Press, 1993 M07 8 - 312 pages
Although Frankenstein is now widely taught in classes on Romanticism, little attention has been paid to the considerable corpus of Mary Shelley's other works. Indeed the excitement of the last decade at feminist approaches to Frankenstein has ironically obscured the persona of its author. This collection of essays, written by a preeminent group of Romantic scholars, sketches a portrait of the "other Mary Shelley": the writer and intellectual who recognized the turbulent interplay among issues of family, gender, and society, and whose writings resonate strongly in the setting of contemporary politics, culture, and feminism. By analyzing a previously neglected body of novels, novellas, reviews, travel writing, essays, letters, biographies, and tales, and by emphasizing Mary Shelley's shrewd assessment of Romanticism, the essays in this volume offer a ground-breaking evaluation of one of the foremost cultural critics of the nineteenth century.

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Contents

Introduction
3
ROMANTICISM AND RESISTANCE
15
CULTURE AND CRITICISM
183
Contributors
287
Index
289
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