There is an old saying: “Years from now, people will not remember specifically what you said to them, but they will remember how you made them feel.”
That sentiment is the entire reason why you are able to conjure up a picture of a monster when you hear the word Frankenstein.
In 1818, Mary Shelley wrote “Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus”. She was a teenager when she wrote it, and it contained many of the errors that you would expect from an unexperienced writer. It was written with a frame story that contained an exchange-of-written-correspondence format, and despite having three different narrators, they all shared a similar voice. As far as depth of character development and analysis, this was not Faulkner.