But mankind has been telling stories ever since we thought living in caves was just a swell idea, and hundreds of thousands of those stories have been lost to the wilderness, either because the oral tradition simply stopped somewhere or because the scrolls they were written on were destroyed at some point. Heck, for all we know there were tales of robots and spaceships and zap zap guns in the Great Library of Alexandria, and it was aliens who destroyed it to stop mankind from advancing too fast. (Wait, I just thought of the plot of Mass Effect 4.) So to point to one person and say, “yep, this is the dame who invented a genre” is somewhat impossible, but everything has to start somewhere.
And remember, dear reader: Frankenstein is the name of the monster. Just because he didn’t have any bolts through his neck, it doesn’t mean that Victor was the good guy.