It has come to my attention that a lot of people have been complaining about how teenaged girls are ruining the horror genre. I guess this comes from the recent “evil bloodthirsty monster who actually has a sensitive soul and a heart of gold who just needs the power of TRUE LOVE to overcome his wicked, wicked ways” phenomena that has recently sprung up in YA literature. These horror enthusiasts cite Twilight (blegh) and in the more recent Warm Bodies (which, I will admit, I actually thought was a pretty decent book even though I’m terrified of zombies) as novels that are destroying the horror genre.
Okay, 1.) I think the horror genre is ruining itself just fine without the influence of teenaged girls (I haven’t seen a decent scary movie in a long, long time, though the show American Horror Story is sufficiently terrifying), and 2.) Did these individuals forget that one of the greatest influences in the horror genre was, in fact, a teenaged girl?
Mary Shelley was the writer of Frankenstein, which was also called The Modern Prometheus. It’s the story of a brilliant young man named Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein is not, contrary to popular belief, the name of the monster) who, because of SCIENCE, decides he wants to play God and imbue life into an inanimate object. So he stitches together this monstrosity of a man by using body parts he scavenges from graves, brings it to life, ends up being horrified by what he’s created, and then the monster kills everyone that he loves.
That’s all coming from the mind of a nineteen-year-old girl.
So thank you, Mary Shelley, for writing one of the scariest pieces of literature known to man. Horror enthusiasts and the literature lovers alike thank you.