Frankissstein : : a Love Story

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Call Number: Fiction / Winterson, Jeanette, Adult Book / Fiction / General / Winterson, Jeanette
On Shelf At: Downtown Library, Malletts Creek Branch, Westgate Branch

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"Lake Geneva, 1816. Nineteen-year-old Mary Shelley is inspired to write a story about a scientist who creates a new life-form. In Brexit Britain, a young transgender doctor called Ry is falling in love with Victor Stein, a celebrated professor leading the public debate around AI and carrying out some experiments of his own in a vast underground network of tunnels. Meanwhile, Ron Lord, just divorced and living with his mom again, is set to make his fortune launching a new generation of sex dolls for lonely men everywhere. Across the Atlantic, in Phoenix, Arizona, a cryogenics facility houses dozens of bodies of men and women who are medically and legally dead... but waiting to return to life. What will happen when homo sapiens is no longer the smartest being on the planet? In fiercely intelligent prose, Jeanette Winterson shows us how much closer we are to that future than we realize. Funny and furious, bold and clear-sighted, Frankissstein is a love story about life itself"-- Provided by publisher.

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waht the fuvlk was that descrpition submitted by IsaGab2 on October 16, 2019, 3:23pm owo wahts tgghis

same submitted by tsartsar on October 16, 2019, 3:37pm I relate to Ron Lord. I wish I had a nice, rubbery mouth that I could wake up to every morning..the yellow light filtering through, my room contains three mahogany chairs, one with clothing draped over it, falling in such nice folds that you'd love to see it on a painting. Then looking at the back of the room (assuming you were sleeping on the bed, with such a refreshing, waken-up feeling, the yellow light blazing on your hand, the blanket very soft), youd see a painting by Rembrandt, of cloth folds very akin to what is happening on the chair. Then, getting up with a blissful feeling, the carpet touching and gliding over your bare feet, you'd stride over to your glossy, papery love love, who you remember the concept of was invented by some German guy to keep the soldiers from getting depraved in the trenches. A shame they lost. You caress her cheek, and it feels much better than awkward and often little contact you receive from lowly humans. She is so perfect, with absolutely no depth to her face, blue eyes just painted on with no feeling, hair spilling all over her perfect inflated-pancake shaped head. You prepare to kiss your perfect goddess of temptation and seductery, when the door slams open. The moment is ruined.

"Mummmmmm....."

"Ron, wot tae fuk arr ye dain?"

"I...I wose abot tae kiss me girl..."

She stares with awful, hateful eyes...awful, human eyes. Depth to them. Actual emotion. You look away with disgust, knowing that that disgusting, 3d mouth, would coming pouring out with resentment for your loved one, who was perfectly normal after all! She would say, 'are ye back so soon withe a girl? You like a fookin weaboo?'. The rest of the conversation is not worth describnig; you can think of it yourself, you disgusting HUMAN.
Crushed, you one day promise that all of humanity will flourish with perfect beings as partners, not the resentful, too emotionally deep humans who trample the world with their ignorance and lack of will to understand people like you. This is just one way you shall reunite you brothers....