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Surprisingly (to me, at least) this book, which is attributed with creating the Gothic genre, is actually a comedy.

Princess Isabella is about to marry Conrad, the son of Manfred, the lord of Otranto, when Conrad is killed by a giant helmet that falls on him. Manfred, who is obsessed with continuing his line, decides to divorce his wife and marry Isabella. Isabella sensibly says “Oh blippety blip no!” and runs away. There’s running through secret passages, hiding in monasteries, hiding in caves, secret babies, secret identities, mistaken identity, and murder. Not to mention much “Woes!” and languishing. I don’t think I spotted a kitchen sink, though.

The introduction to my edition (Dover Thrift) says that Walpole wrote this largely as a joke, and I think that shows in the writing. It’s easy, though, to see how this humorous piece ended up converted into sometimes-dark, often-romantic fiction whose audience was primarily women. While Manfred is the central character, Walpole’s attitude regarding his treatment of the women in his life is much closer to our modern opinions than we tend to associate with 18th century men, and much of the plot is driven by Isabella’s attempting to escape his control.
meganbmoore: (castle)
So, I'm reading Castle of Otranto, the first book in the gothic genre.  (But not the first gothic novel, as I'm told there's a distinction that I 90% get).  Anyway, the first chapter goes about like this:

HEROINE:  I am totally in love with my perfect fiance, the son of the castle lord!
CASTLE LORD:  My son is awesome and I don't care about my daughter!
DAUGHTER: ... !!
AUTHOR:  He's kinda a loser, isn't he?
FIANCE:  *dies*
HEROINE:  Woes!
CASTLE LORD: Woes!
DAUGHTER: Woes! 
CASTLE LADY:  Woes!  Husband! Let us console each other!
CASTLE LORD:  I hate you I hate the world my life is over!  Oh, send Heroine up, would you?
HEROINE:  Almost-father-in-law!  Let us console each other!  My I stay here and wallow in grief rather than get sold off to another husband?
CASTLE LORD:  Fear not!  You shall stay here and we shall marry and you will give me more sons!
HEROINE:  ... !!!  But...you're married.  And, like, over twice my age.
AUTHOR:  Which is weird and kinda wrong!
CASTLE LORD:  Totally irrelevant!  Who cares about her?  You were meant to bear my son's heirs, so you'll bear mine!
HEROINE:  ... !!!  *sensibly flees*  Oh, trapdoors and secret passages!  *gets lost*  I can totally deal with this!
CASTLE GHOSTS:  Hhhiiiiii!
HEROINE: Donotpanicdonotpanicdonotpanic!
CASTLE LORD:  Heroine!  Where is heroine?  I must have Heroine!
CASTLE LADY and DAUGHTER:  Uhm...last we heard, she went to see you.  Is she ok?  Is it time for family consoling now?
CASTLE LORD:  I hate you!  You suck!  I want Heroine!
CASTLE LADY:  WOES!
DAUGHTER:  Woes!  Also, getting a bit worried here.

In short:  So far, glorious crack. 

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