Shelley Jackson’s Patchwork Girl is a monstrosity, truly and unabashedly so. It is a stitching together of texts, contexts, time periods, realities and, crucially, a “patchwork” body. It descends, or is resurrected, from the Frankenstein tradition, but Jackson makes even more explicit those monstrous themes that pervade Mary Shelley’s work. While the Frankenstein story [...]