The novel’s stormy genesis is almost as famous as the monster’s lightning-charged birth. Frayling fastidiously pieces together the summer of 1816, when three Romantic luminaries and their friends spent a holiday on Lake Geneva. The relentlessly gloomy weather and frequent storms forced the unmarried Mary Godwin, Percy Shelley and Lord Byron to entertain themselves indoors. Gossipy English tourists in the region suspected these radical freethinkers were engaging in every form of bad behavior (one fashionable hotel even furnished a telescope from which guests could spy on the villa). But the reality was more sedate: Lord Byron challenged his friends to write ghost stories, and the rest is literary history. When the 18-year-old Godwin read her effort, she created modern science fiction as a genre.

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The chronology of Frayling’s plates jumps around freely, between grindhouse film posters, New Yorker cartoons, postage stamps and the excellent woodcuts Lynd Kendall Ward created for a 1934 edition of the novel. The sheer quantity demonstrates just how thoroughly the creature has saturated contemporary culture. He appears in affectionate parodies (“The Munsters,” “Young Frankenstein”), campy riffs on the genre (“The Rocky Horror Picture Show”), cartoons (“The Simpsons”) and commercial kitsch (plastic toys and vodka ads). It’s a blithe pop jumble, with one jarring exception: Wedged between a poster for a blaxploitation film and an Archie comic is a spread containing a 1935 Vanity Fair cover depicting a Hitler-monster hybrid. Beside it is a photograph of a towering “German worker” statue in a swastika-draped exhibition staged by the Third Reich. The lack of context or commentary for these images is careless.

Unsurprisingly, Frayling devotes many plates to posters and production stills from the first “Frankenstein” feature and its sequels. What is surprising is how many visual cues the filmmakers took from art history. Doctor Frankenstein’s murdered wife lies prone across the nuptial bed just like the woman beset by demons in Henry Fuseli’s 1782 oil painting “The Nightmare.” In one spread, Elsa Lanchester, inhabiting the title role in the 1935 film “The Bride of Frankenstein,” appears in dramatic profile beside the famous ancient Egyptian bust of Nefertiti. According to Frayling, Karloff’s look was directly informed by “Los Chinchillas,” a print from Francisco de Goya’s 1799 series “Los Caprichos,” which unfortunately isn’t pictured.

Some of the book’s most intriguing images appear early on, when Frayling is describing the fierce debates and radical experiments that formed the novel’s scientific context. Galvanism is well represented (one engraving from 1803 shows the Italian scientist Giovanni Aldini electrifying the corpse of a hanged man to animate his limbs), but Frayling omits images illustrating the grisly underbelly of anatomical studies. Shelley wrote her novel at a time when medical schools’ demand for cadavers made body snatching a lucrative business. (Those who could afford to locked their loved ones’ coffins in metal cages.) The macabre watercolors of Thomas Rowlandson, who painted the “resurrection men,” as these criminals were known, and the dissection theaters they supplied, would have rendered an already rich history more complete.