It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld my man completed; with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony I collected instruments of life around me that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet.
First line of Chapter 7th, Frankenstein (draft), Mary Shelley, 1816, from Shelley, M. W. “Frankenstein, Volume I”, in The Shelley-Godwin Archive, MS. Abinger c. 56, 21r. Bodleian Library, Oxford University
The Bodleian Library has made Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s handwritten draft of Frankenstein available online here. A very interesting resource. The draft contains 87% of the final text as published two years later in 1818. It’s not just an amazing insight into Shelley’s work, but into the many changes of words that occur in any story by all writers great and small. The draft also shows suggestions added by her husband, Percy Shelley.
In the 1818 edition the first words of this chapter are:
It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.
Many will agree with me, I’m sure, that the first draft of this sentence was better. However, flipping back a page we see that the last sentence of Chapter 6 in the draft ended with ‘completed’, so Mary has found another way to begin her chapter to avoid repeating the word. Such is the fiddliness of writing.
On a side note, I was surprised to read a comment on another web site, theverge.com, that the Bodleian Archive has transcribed “the nearly indecipherable text to make it readable”. Nearly indecipherable! I find this observation nearly unbelievable. Since I learnt cursive writing from seven years of age, I have no trouble at all reading Mary Shelley’s handwriting or the suggestions added by Percy. Not teaching or persisting with cursive handwriting in our schools today is one of our great cultural losses.
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I was curious about the Sydney suburb, so had to Google it. “Wollstonecraft was named after Edward Wollstonecraft, the first settler to receive a land grant of 500 acres (200 hectares) in the area, in 1821. Wollstonecraft left England to seek fortune for himself and his sister Elizabeth and to escape the notoriety of his aunt, Mary Wollstonecraft, author of the book ‘A Vindication of the Rights of Woman’.” I assume that is the same Mrs Shelley? Learn something everyday. Thank you, Trish.
As for the handwriting, it seems each generation slips down a notch – sad loss of a once treasured means of communication. Will it be all touch screens in one more generation after our grandchildren?
Mary Wollstonecraft was Mary Shelley’s mother, and I didn’t know either about the Sydney suburb. It draws us a bit closer to these famous English writers, doesn’t it? As for complaining about the loss of handwriting, it’s a bit hard to sustain my argument while I’m pressing these keys. :-\