Because thinking about Frankenstein means thinking about a murmur that is born in the living room of your parents’ house when you are already in bed, and that drifts down the corridor, leading you to intuit lightning strikes and cries through a half-open door. Carried away by the image of a bruised Boris Karloff with screws in his neck, even before seeing Frankenstein, I used to dream about it. In a black case decorated with a cutting from the television section of the newspaper. When you think about Frankenstein, what do you think about? I think about a VHS tape with the 1931 film, interrupted by commercials. To coincide with its publication, Jeanette Winterson visited the CCCB to take part in the debating series The Words We Don’t Yet Have, in parallel to the exhibition “ Feminisms!” In the 21st, the pace and quality did not lessen: Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? was chosen as one of the best 50 books of this century by The Guardian, and Frankissstein, her latest work, is an explosive cocktail where artificial intelligence, transfeminism, the monster(s) of Mary Shelley and post-Brexit dystopia converge in an audacious and romantic science-fiction novel.

In the late 20th century, Jeanette Winterson forged a path in the literary world with books such as Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, Written on the Body and The Passion, titles which would attract a cult following and would crown her as a leading author for the queer community.

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