Howard Brennan's play is an unimaginative recreation of the years in which the poets Byron and Shelley and the novelist Mary Shelley loved and loathed one another. His presentation of the infamous summer of 1816 is damaged by gaps in literary history and by linguistic and cultural anachronisms which leave his cast struggling to lend conviction to their characters. Attempting to examine the network of relationships which tortured this artistic circle - infidelity, illness, pregnancy and death make for a heavy tale. Brennan tries to tell too many stories at once, and the result is a reliance on cliched formulae to move from one unrealised scene to the next. Overlong and overwrought, the piece fails to capture the psychological complexity of the figures at its core. Uncomprehended, almost unglimpsed are the tragedy and brilliance of the young woman who had written a masterpiece of Gothic literature and lost three infant children, a sister and a husband, by the end of the short period the play attempts to encompass.

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