Two great horror stories were born during a few wet days in Switzerland. Kevin Jackson retells the story of what happenedby Kevin Jackson / May 17, 2016 / Leave a comment
Around two hundred years ago, in May 1816, a small group of English travellers checked into the Hotel d’Angleterre, a large three-storey stone building facing the Alps on the north side of Lake Geneva. In the group was the 23-year-old poet Percy Shelley, his mistress, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, still only 18 years old, and their four-month-old son William. (Mary was to marry Percy in December that year, just two weeks after hearing about the suicide of his abandoned wife Harriet.) The final member of the company was Mary’s step-sister Clare Clairmont, eight months her junior—“the type of young woman who today would be known as ‘arty,’” in Muriel Spark’s tart summary.
Exhausted after ten days of travel from London, during which Mary had suffered terribly from travel sickness, the friends were more like refugees than tourists. Shelley had been so tormented by emotional and financial difficulties that he had become dangerously ill. Mary was troubled by memories and dreams about the loss of her baby girl, who was born prematurely in February 1815 and died shortly after. A few weeks earlier, Clare Clairmont had set her cap at Lord Byron, who found her annoyin…