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肖褉邪薪泻械薪褕褌械泄薪, 邪斜芯 小褍褔邪褋薪懈泄 袩褉芯屑械褌械泄
袦械褉褨 袙芯谢褋褌芯薪泻褉邪褎褌 楔械谢谢褨 (1797鈥�1851) 鈥� 邪薪谐谢褨泄褋褜泻邪 褉芯屑邪薪褨褋褌泻邪, 邪胁褌芯褉泻邪 芯锌芯胁褨写邪薪褜, 写褉邪屑邪褌褍褉谐, 械褋械褩褋褌, 斜褨芯谐褉邪褎. 袧邪泄斜褨谢褜褕芯谐芯 胁懈蟹薪邪薪薪褟 袦械褉褨 蟹写芯斜褍谢邪 褟泻 邪胁褌芯褉泻邪 谐芯褌懈褔薪芯谐芯 褉芯屑邪薪褍 芦肖褉邪薪泻械薪褕褌械泄薪, 邪斜芯 小褍褔邪褋薪懈泄 袩褉芯屑械褌械泄禄 (1818), 褟泻懈泄 胁胁邪卸邪褞褌褜 褉邪薪薪褨屑 锌褉懈泻谢邪写芯屑 薪邪褍泻芯胁芯褩 褎邪薪褌邪褋褌懈泻懈. 校 褑褜芯屑褍 褌胁芯褉褨 邪胁褌芯褉泻邪 锌芯褉褍褕褍褦 锌懈褌邪薪薪褟 薪械斜械蟹锌械泻懈 锌褨蟹薪邪薪薪褟 褨 写械屑芯薪褋褌褉褍褦 泄屑芯胁褨褉薪褨 薪邪褋谢褨写泻懈 褋锌褉芯斜懈 锌褉懈屑褨褉褟褌懈 薪邪 褋械斜械 褉芯谢褜 袘芯谐邪: 褍 褉芯屑邪薪褨 褔褍写芯胁芯 锌械褉械写邪薪芯 褋褌褉邪褏懈 锌械褉械写 薪邪褍泻芯胁懈屑 锌褉芯谐褉械褋芯屑 褨 锌芯褕懈褉械薪薪褟屑 蟹薪邪薪褜. 袙褨泻褌芯褉 肖褉邪薪泻械薪褕褌械泄薪 褋褌邪褦 薪邪 芯写薪褍 褋褏芯写懈薪泻褍 蟹 袘芯谐芯屑, 褋褌胁芯褉褞褞褔懈 薪芯胁械 卸懈褌褌褟 胁 锌芯写芯斜褨 屑芯薪褋褌褉邪. 袙褨泻褌芯褉 薪械 蟹褍锌懈薪褟褦褌褜褋褟 薪褨 锌械褉械写 褔懈屑, 褖芯斜 写芯褋褟谐褌懈 屑械褌懈, 邪谢械 蟹褉械褕褌芯褞 蟹邪谢懈褕邪褦褌褜褋褟 褉芯蟹褔邪褉芯胁邪薪懈屑 褉械蟹褍谢褜褌邪褌芯屑 褋胁芯褦褩 锌褉邪褑褨 鈥� 褌褟谐邪褉 胁褨写锌芯胁褨写邪谢褜薪芯褋褌褨 蟹邪 褋褌胁芯褉械薪械 卸懈褌褌褟 褉褍泄薪褍褦 胁褋褨 泄芯谐芯 蟹邪写褍屑懈.
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
2,313听books7,746听followersMary Shelley (n茅e Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, often known as Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley) was an English novelist, short story writer, dramatist, essayist, biographer, travel writer, and editor of the works of her husband, Romantic poet and philosopher . She was the daughter of the political philosopher and the writer, philosopher, and feminist .
Mary Shelley was taken seriously as a writer in her own lifetime, though reviewers often missed the political edge to her novels. After her death, however, she was chiefly remembered only as the wife of Percy Bysshe Shelley and as the author of Frankenstein. It was not until 1989, when Emily Sunstein published her prizewinning biography Mary Shelley: Romance and Reality, that a full-length scholarly biography analyzing all of Shelley's letters, journals, and works within their historical context was published.
The well-meaning attempts of Mary Shelley's son and daughter-in-law to "Victorianise" her memory through the censoring of letters and biographical material contributed to a perception of Mary Shelley as a more conventional, less reformist figure than her works suggest. Her own timid omissions from Percy Shelley's works and her quiet avoidance of public controversy in the later years of her life added to this impression.
The eclipse of Mary Shelley's reputation as a novelist and biographer meant that, until the last thirty years, most of her works remained out of print, obstructing a larger view of her achievement. She was seen as a one-novel author, if that. In recent decades, however, the republication of almost all her writings has stimulated a new recognition of its value. Her voracious reading habits and intensive study, revealed in her journals and letters and reflected in her works, is now better appreciated. Shelley's recognition of herself as an author has also been recognized; after Percy's death, she wrote about her authorial ambitions: "I think that I can maintain myself, and there is something inspiriting in the idea". Scholars now consider Mary Shelley to be a major Romantic figure, significant for her literary achievement and her political voice as a woman and a liberal.
Mary Shelley was taken seriously as a writer in her own lifetime, though reviewers often missed the political edge to her novels. After her death, however, she was chiefly remembered only as the wife of Percy Bysshe Shelley and as the author of Frankenstein. It was not until 1989, when Emily Sunstein published her prizewinning biography Mary Shelley: Romance and Reality, that a full-length scholarly biography analyzing all of Shelley's letters, journals, and works within their historical context was published.
The well-meaning attempts of Mary Shelley's son and daughter-in-law to "Victorianise" her memory through the censoring of letters and biographical material contributed to a perception of Mary Shelley as a more conventional, less reformist figure than her works suggest. Her own timid omissions from Percy Shelley's works and her quiet avoidance of public controversy in the later years of her life added to this impression.
The eclipse of Mary Shelley's reputation as a novelist and biographer meant that, until the last thirty years, most of her works remained out of print, obstructing a larger view of her achievement. She was seen as a one-novel author, if that. In recent decades, however, the republication of almost all her writings has stimulated a new recognition of its value. Her voracious reading habits and intensive study, revealed in her journals and letters and reflected in her works, is now better appreciated. Shelley's recognition of herself as an author has also been recognized; after Percy's death, she wrote about her authorial ambitions: "I think that I can maintain myself, and there is something inspiriting in the idea". Scholars now consider Mary Shelley to be a major Romantic figure, significant for her literary achievement and her political voice as a woman and a liberal.
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3rd Review
- August 2022
I read Frankenstein for a sixth time this week. Although it is one of my favourite novels, and in my opinion one of the finest pieces of fiction ever written, I find myself with a new appreciation of the text every time I come to it.
A large proportion of one of my PhD chapters is about this novel. I'm discussing the idea of the vegetable diet along with purity and becoming our natural selves. And I'm also considering notions of animal rights, of the idea that man is very much an animal too and he has lost this sense of original self. Frankenstein at its very core is a novel about duality, of our capability to be both good and evil and to be both human and animal.
There is so much to take from this book and there's so much that be taken apart, scrutinised and then put back together again. What's truly striking about the work is how much is reflects the anxieties of the age. It's full of insecurities about nature, god, science and our place in the world. Ultimately, it is a novel that creates a sense of unease because it highlights so much about the inauthentic nature of the lives many of us live. Running through the novel is a craving for freedom: a craving to to simply exist in a natural way.
2nd Review
- January 2020
Some books teach you something new each time you revisit them.
I picked up the tragically wonderful Frankenstein for a fifth time this week, and I was totally mesmerised by the descriptive language used to describe the natural world.
In all my previous readings, I focused on all the classic tropes of man and monster though I never considered the importance of the serene beauty that surrounds the story. The natural world dominates the background of the novel. It鈥檚 there, like a pervading monster that lingers in the darkest reaches of the mind.
What struck me most about it was the fact that both Victor and his creation long for a real life, a life where one is truly alive. And they both ponder what this means at length, reaching the same conclusion: to go completely nomad. They both wish to live a life free of burden and complications, no money, no commitments and no responsibility. They just want to be totally free in the wilderness with the ultimate goal of finding happiness by looking after their most immediate and natural desires.
And for me this says a great deal about society, not just the society in which this was written, but society in general: how many of us feel truly alive?
Original Review
- 2016
Let鈥檚 have a party Victor. Let鈥檚 get together and celebrate all things Gothic, and dark, and wonderful. Let鈥檚 have it in an attic in an old house in the middle of a thunderstorm, and then afterwards let鈥檚 go to the graveyard with our shovels and our body bags. Sounds good doesn鈥檛 it Victor? We could then create our own doppelg盲ngers from the corpses of criminals and geniuses. Then we can abandon our marvellous creation to fend for itself with his childlike innocence, and then wonder why it goes so horribly wrong and blows up in our faces.
Ahh..Victor you silly, brilliant, man. On second thought we probably shouldn鈥檛 have that party.
Because if we did it would end in blood
Yes, lots of blood: the blood of everyone you love, the blood of all your family Victor. You blame the monster, but you are his creator. You should have taught him the ways of the world and guided his first steps. The things you two could have accomplished together. So I ask you this Victor, who is the real monster? Is it the creature that has gone on a murderous rampage or it you? You are the man who played at god and was horrified at the consequence. You judged your creation by his physical appearance, which was more a reflection of your vain soul. Ahh..Victor you silly, brilliant, man. Surely you don鈥檛 wonder why the monster revenged himself upon you?
鈥淚 ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel...鈥�
Indeed, the real monster of this novel is Victor Frankenstein, and not his monstrous creation. The creature is a monster on the outside but Victor is on the inside, which is a form much worse. By abandoning the creature he has taught him to become what his appearance is. The first human experience he receives is rejection based upon his physicality. His own creator recoils in disgust from him. He cannot be blamed for his actions if all he has been taught is negative emotion, he will only respond in one way. He is innocent and childlike but also a savage brute. These are two things that should never be put together. Woe to Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 family.
鈥淭here is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.鈥�
Mary Shelley raises questions of the danger of knowledge, and shows a probable consequence of trying to play god; the novel portrays nineteen century fears for the rising field of science and knowledge and questions how far it could go. Indeed, in this case Victor takes on the role of a God by creating new life. She also shows us what can happen to a man if he so driven by this thirst for knowledge and how it will ultimately lead to a fall. Victor reminds me somewhat of Doctor Faustus (The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus) in this regard. Faustus is a man who sold his soul to Lucifer for unlimited knowledge in the form of arcane magic. Victor, like Faustus, has stopped at nothing to gain his goal, but in the end is ultimately dissatisfied with the result.
Suffice to say, I simply adore this book as you may have gathered from my ramblings. I think this, alongside Dracula, are amongst the strongest representations of Gothic literature. Furthermore, I have a real soft spot for epistolary means of storytelling. I鈥檓 not sure why, perhaps it鈥檚 the stronger sense of intimacy you fell with the characters as you see their words on the page rather than an impartial narrators. You see inside their heads more and understand their motifs and feelings.
My favourite quote:
"This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind.
Listen to the passion, to the intellect and witness such a wasted opportunity. Victor, you鈥檙e a silly, silly, man.
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- August 2022
I read Frankenstein for a sixth time this week. Although it is one of my favourite novels, and in my opinion one of the finest pieces of fiction ever written, I find myself with a new appreciation of the text every time I come to it.
A large proportion of one of my PhD chapters is about this novel. I'm discussing the idea of the vegetable diet along with purity and becoming our natural selves. And I'm also considering notions of animal rights, of the idea that man is very much an animal too and he has lost this sense of original self. Frankenstein at its very core is a novel about duality, of our capability to be both good and evil and to be both human and animal.
There is so much to take from this book and there's so much that be taken apart, scrutinised and then put back together again. What's truly striking about the work is how much is reflects the anxieties of the age. It's full of insecurities about nature, god, science and our place in the world. Ultimately, it is a novel that creates a sense of unease because it highlights so much about the inauthentic nature of the lives many of us live. Running through the novel is a craving for freedom: a craving to to simply exist in a natural way.
2nd Review
- January 2020
Some books teach you something new each time you revisit them.
I picked up the tragically wonderful Frankenstein for a fifth time this week, and I was totally mesmerised by the descriptive language used to describe the natural world.
In all my previous readings, I focused on all the classic tropes of man and monster though I never considered the importance of the serene beauty that surrounds the story. The natural world dominates the background of the novel. It鈥檚 there, like a pervading monster that lingers in the darkest reaches of the mind.
What struck me most about it was the fact that both Victor and his creation long for a real life, a life where one is truly alive. And they both ponder what this means at length, reaching the same conclusion: to go completely nomad. They both wish to live a life free of burden and complications, no money, no commitments and no responsibility. They just want to be totally free in the wilderness with the ultimate goal of finding happiness by looking after their most immediate and natural desires.
And for me this says a great deal about society, not just the society in which this was written, but society in general: how many of us feel truly alive?
Original Review
- 2016
Let鈥檚 have a party Victor. Let鈥檚 get together and celebrate all things Gothic, and dark, and wonderful. Let鈥檚 have it in an attic in an old house in the middle of a thunderstorm, and then afterwards let鈥檚 go to the graveyard with our shovels and our body bags. Sounds good doesn鈥檛 it Victor? We could then create our own doppelg盲ngers from the corpses of criminals and geniuses. Then we can abandon our marvellous creation to fend for itself with his childlike innocence, and then wonder why it goes so horribly wrong and blows up in our faces.
Ahh..Victor you silly, brilliant, man. On second thought we probably shouldn鈥檛 have that party.
Because if we did it would end in blood
Yes, lots of blood: the blood of everyone you love, the blood of all your family Victor. You blame the monster, but you are his creator. You should have taught him the ways of the world and guided his first steps. The things you two could have accomplished together. So I ask you this Victor, who is the real monster? Is it the creature that has gone on a murderous rampage or it you? You are the man who played at god and was horrified at the consequence. You judged your creation by his physical appearance, which was more a reflection of your vain soul. Ahh..Victor you silly, brilliant, man. Surely you don鈥檛 wonder why the monster revenged himself upon you?
鈥淚 ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel...鈥�
Indeed, the real monster of this novel is Victor Frankenstein, and not his monstrous creation. The creature is a monster on the outside but Victor is on the inside, which is a form much worse. By abandoning the creature he has taught him to become what his appearance is. The first human experience he receives is rejection based upon his physicality. His own creator recoils in disgust from him. He cannot be blamed for his actions if all he has been taught is negative emotion, he will only respond in one way. He is innocent and childlike but also a savage brute. These are two things that should never be put together. Woe to Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 family.
鈥淭here is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.鈥�
Mary Shelley raises questions of the danger of knowledge, and shows a probable consequence of trying to play god; the novel portrays nineteen century fears for the rising field of science and knowledge and questions how far it could go. Indeed, in this case Victor takes on the role of a God by creating new life. She also shows us what can happen to a man if he so driven by this thirst for knowledge and how it will ultimately lead to a fall. Victor reminds me somewhat of Doctor Faustus (The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus) in this regard. Faustus is a man who sold his soul to Lucifer for unlimited knowledge in the form of arcane magic. Victor, like Faustus, has stopped at nothing to gain his goal, but in the end is ultimately dissatisfied with the result.
Suffice to say, I simply adore this book as you may have gathered from my ramblings. I think this, alongside Dracula, are amongst the strongest representations of Gothic literature. Furthermore, I have a real soft spot for epistolary means of storytelling. I鈥檓 not sure why, perhaps it鈥檚 the stronger sense of intimacy you fell with the characters as you see their words on the page rather than an impartial narrators. You see inside their heads more and understand their motifs and feelings.
My favourite quote:
"This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind.
Listen to the passion, to the intellect and witness such a wasted opportunity. Victor, you鈥檙e a silly, silly, man.
___________________________________
You can connect with me on social media via .
__________________________________
January 13, 2012
My apologies, but this review is going to be a bit frantic due to my brain being so oxygen-starved by the novel鈥檚 breath-stealing gorgeousness that I'm feeling a bit light-headed. So please forgive the random thoughts.
First: Mary Shelley鈥 love you!!
Second: Dear Hollywood - you lying dung pile of literature-savaging, no talent hacks鈥ou got this all wrong. Please learn to read and get yourself a copy of the source material before you FUBAR it again.
Third: My heart shattered for the 鈥渕onster鈥� and I haven鈥檛 felt this strong a desire to 鈥渉ug it out, bitch鈥� since reading and . The 鈥渨retch鈥� is so well drawn and powerfully portrayed that he form the emotional ligament for the entire story. He is among the finest creations the written form has to offer.
Fourth: As surprised as I am to be saying this, this novel has ousted as my all time favorite of the classic horror stories鈥orry Bram, but the good/evil, sad, desperate loneliness of the orphaned monster trying to find a purpose and to define himself in the world trumps The Count.
Five:
Six: The 鈥渘on-explanation鈥� for the process that Victor uses to create the monster is thing of genius. No other approach could have possibly conveyed the majesty and significance of the achievement, because we would have known it was bullshit. Shelley did it perfectly鈥hich leads me nicely into鈥�
Seven: The corny, slapdash lightning scene is entirely a work of Hollywood? There鈥檚 鈥O鈥ightning鈥cene? Are you kidding me? Even Kenneth Branagh鈥檚 supposedly 鈥渢rue鈥� adaptation had electric eels providing power to the 鈥渋t鈥檚 alive鈥� process. All of it bunk. I鈥檒l say it again, Hollywood is a bunch of useless tools. . LIARS!!!
Eight: Speaking of tools, Victor Frankenstein is a giant one. As far as I am concerned, he is clearly the villain of the piece. However, what I found so squee-inducingly magical about Shelly鈥檚 writing was my degree of vacillation when it came to Victor鈥檚 character. I liked and even admired Victor in the beginning of the story and found his personal journey compelling. He was a genius driven by his desire to unlock the secrets of the universe and had that manic, 鈥渕ad scientist鈥� focus necessary to the accomplishment of such a lofty goal. However, once the 鈥渂irth鈥� of the monster came, I found myself waffling back and forth throughout the rest of the story. Ironically, his moment of success and his reaction to life he had conjured was when he began to lose his humanity in my eyes.
His treatment of the monster was abhorrent. Despite this, Shelley was able to get me to see over my disgust and appreciate Frankenstein鈥檚 position and understand why he was so unwilling to continence the existence of 鈥渢he wretch.鈥� Not enough for me to forgive his lack of compassion, but enough for me to see him as a tragic figure. Huge propers for Shelley as that is excellent writing.
Nine: I would place the monster among the finest literary creations of all time. This singular manifestation of humanity鈥檚 scientific brilliance and callous indifference to the consequences thereof is masterfully done. Frankenstein鈥檚 鈥渨retch鈥� became the prototype of the literary outcast and every 鈥渕isunderstood鈥� creature since has been offspring from his loins. His character profile is phenomenal, and just as Victor鈥檚 actions garner sporadic moments of understanding for his cruel treatment of the monster, so the monster鈥檚 wanton acts of vile cruelty severely test our compassion for him. Tested, bent and stretched, but, for me at least, never broken. I understood his pain鈥 understood his anger鈥 understood.
Ten: No spoilers here, but the final resolution of the relationship between Victor and the child of his genius was鈥tellar. Everything was reconciled and nothing was resolved. The final reckoning occurs and it is both momentous and useless.
Eleven: I expected the prose to be good but, having never read Shelley before, I was still surprised by how exceptional and ear-pleasing it was. Her writing really resonated with me and I loved her ability to weave emotion, plot momentum and a high literary quotient seamlessly together. Good, good stuff.
Twelve: The novel is structured as an epistolary nesting doll using the frame story of Captain Walton corresponding with his sister about his expedition to the North Pole. While at the top of the world, Walton finds Victor Frankenstein stranded. This sets up the dovetail into Walton relaying Victor鈥檚 story which takes up the bulk of the novel and includes within it the incredibly poignant story of the 鈥渕onster鈥� in the creature鈥檚 own words. It is superbly executed and I thought the framing device was very effective.
Thirteen: Despite my trashing of the movie versions earlier, there was one scene that I thought was handled far better on screen than in this story. Kenneth Branagh鈥檚 portrayal of was far more chilling than Shelley鈥檚 more subdued recounting. I actually anticipated this segment being far more shocking and I was a tad let down as a result. This is probably my only gripe about the book.
Fourteen: On my list of all time favorite novels. The writing, the story, the characters, the emotion, the imagery, the power鈥ll off the charts.
6.0 stars. HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION!
P.S.(or Fifteen:) I listened to the audio version of this read by Simon Vance and his performance was extraordinary, especially his portrayal of the 鈥渕onster.鈥� Definitely check it out if you are a consumer of audio books.
First: Mary Shelley鈥 love you!!
Second: Dear Hollywood - you lying dung pile of literature-savaging, no talent hacks鈥ou got this all wrong. Please learn to read and get yourself a copy of the source material before you FUBAR it again.
Third: My heart shattered for the 鈥渕onster鈥� and I haven鈥檛 felt this strong a desire to 鈥渉ug it out, bitch鈥� since reading and . The 鈥渨retch鈥� is so well drawn and powerfully portrayed that he form the emotional ligament for the entire story. He is among the finest creations the written form has to offer.
Fourth: As surprised as I am to be saying this, this novel has ousted as my all time favorite of the classic horror stories鈥orry Bram, but the good/evil, sad, desperate loneliness of the orphaned monster trying to find a purpose and to define himself in the world trumps The Count.
Five:
No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs. Pursuing these reflections, I thought that if I could bestow animation upon lifeless matter, I might in process of time (although I now found it impossible) renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption.As gorgeous as the prose is, I thought it a crime not to include at least one quote.
Six: The 鈥渘on-explanation鈥� for the process that Victor uses to create the monster is thing of genius. No other approach could have possibly conveyed the majesty and significance of the achievement, because we would have known it was bullshit. Shelley did it perfectly鈥hich leads me nicely into鈥�
Seven: The corny, slapdash lightning scene is entirely a work of Hollywood? There鈥檚 鈥O鈥ightning鈥cene? Are you kidding me? Even Kenneth Branagh鈥檚 supposedly 鈥渢rue鈥� adaptation had electric eels providing power to the 鈥渋t鈥檚 alive鈥� process. All of it bunk. I鈥檒l say it again, Hollywood is a bunch of useless tools. . LIARS!!!
Eight: Speaking of tools, Victor Frankenstein is a giant one. As far as I am concerned, he is clearly the villain of the piece. However, what I found so squee-inducingly magical about Shelly鈥檚 writing was my degree of vacillation when it came to Victor鈥檚 character. I liked and even admired Victor in the beginning of the story and found his personal journey compelling. He was a genius driven by his desire to unlock the secrets of the universe and had that manic, 鈥渕ad scientist鈥� focus necessary to the accomplishment of such a lofty goal. However, once the 鈥渂irth鈥� of the monster came, I found myself waffling back and forth throughout the rest of the story. Ironically, his moment of success and his reaction to life he had conjured was when he began to lose his humanity in my eyes.
His treatment of the monster was abhorrent. Despite this, Shelley was able to get me to see over my disgust and appreciate Frankenstein鈥檚 position and understand why he was so unwilling to continence the existence of 鈥渢he wretch.鈥� Not enough for me to forgive his lack of compassion, but enough for me to see him as a tragic figure. Huge propers for Shelley as that is excellent writing.
Nine: I would place the monster among the finest literary creations of all time. This singular manifestation of humanity鈥檚 scientific brilliance and callous indifference to the consequences thereof is masterfully done. Frankenstein鈥檚 鈥渨retch鈥� became the prototype of the literary outcast and every 鈥渕isunderstood鈥� creature since has been offspring from his loins. His character profile is phenomenal, and just as Victor鈥檚 actions garner sporadic moments of understanding for his cruel treatment of the monster, so the monster鈥檚 wanton acts of vile cruelty severely test our compassion for him. Tested, bent and stretched, but, for me at least, never broken. I understood his pain鈥 understood his anger鈥 understood.
Ten: No spoilers here, but the final resolution of the relationship between Victor and the child of his genius was鈥tellar. Everything was reconciled and nothing was resolved. The final reckoning occurs and it is both momentous and useless.
Eleven: I expected the prose to be good but, having never read Shelley before, I was still surprised by how exceptional and ear-pleasing it was. Her writing really resonated with me and I loved her ability to weave emotion, plot momentum and a high literary quotient seamlessly together. Good, good stuff.
Twelve: The novel is structured as an epistolary nesting doll using the frame story of Captain Walton corresponding with his sister about his expedition to the North Pole. While at the top of the world, Walton finds Victor Frankenstein stranded. This sets up the dovetail into Walton relaying Victor鈥檚 story which takes up the bulk of the novel and includes within it the incredibly poignant story of the 鈥渕onster鈥� in the creature鈥檚 own words. It is superbly executed and I thought the framing device was very effective.
Thirteen: Despite my trashing of the movie versions earlier, there was one scene that I thought was handled far better on screen than in this story. Kenneth Branagh鈥檚 portrayal of was far more chilling than Shelley鈥檚 more subdued recounting. I actually anticipated this segment being far more shocking and I was a tad let down as a result. This is probably my only gripe about the book.
Fourteen: On my list of all time favorite novels. The writing, the story, the characters, the emotion, the imagery, the power鈥ll off the charts.
6.0 stars. HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION!
P.S.(or Fifteen:) I listened to the audio version of this read by Simon Vance and his performance was extraordinary, especially his portrayal of the 鈥渕onster.鈥� Definitely check it out if you are a consumer of audio books.
April 19, 2024
So.
I finished it.
Warning:
If you are a fan of classic literature and/or are utterly devoid of a sense of humor this review may not be for you.
Also:
Yes, I realize that I'm a moron with zero literary credibility. So, stop reading right now if the sound of an idiot whistling out of their asshole bothers you. Sure, you can comment below and tell me how stupid I am, but it probably won't make me a better person. Or will it...?
I've always wondered what the real Frankenstein story was like...and now I know.
Sadly, sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality.
And the reality is, this book is a big steaming pile of poo.
It's an old-timey horror story, right?
Not so much.
I mean, I wasn't expecting it to actually be scary, but I thought it might be slightly creepy. Unfortunately, the only horror in the story centered around me having to keep turning the pages.
Unless...?
Beware mortal! You will DIE of boredom!
Truly frightening.
It starts like this:
An upper-crust guy sails off to the Arctic to make discoveries, and to pass the time he writes to his sister. Supposedly, he's been sailing around on whaling ships for several years. And he's been proven an invaluable resource by other captains.
So I'm assuming he's a pretty crusty ol' sailor at this point.
Pay attention, because this is where Shelly proves that she knows nothing about men...
So this guy goes on and on in these letters to his sister about how he wishes on every star that he could find a best friend at sea. After a few (too many) letters, they pull a half-frozen Frankensicle out of the water.
Aaaaand here's what our salty sea dog has to say about the waterlogged mad scientist...
"Blah, blah, blah...his full-toned voice swells in my ears; his lustrous eyes dwell on me with all their melancholy sweetness...blah, blah, blah..."
Lustrous eyes?! No (straight) sailor ever, in the history of the world, EVER referred to another dude's eyes as lustrous.
Ever.
And I know what you're thinking.
Well, Anne, maybe this character was gay. Didn't think about that, did you?!
Actually, yes. Yes, I did.
The only problem with that theory is that NONE of the male characters in this book sounded remotely male.
Ladies, do you remember that time in your life (probably around middle or high school), when you thought that guys actually had the same sort of thought waves running through their heads that we do? You know, before you realized that they really don't care about...well, all of the things that we do? You thought that while they were laughing at the booger their idiot friend just flicked across the room, something deeper was stirring in their mind. It just had to be!
I'm not sure when it happens, but at some point, every woman finally realizes the (fairly obvious) truth.
Men aren't women.
That booger was the funniest thing ever, and nothing was stirring around in them other than maybe some gas.
And that's ok.
Fart-lighting and long distance loogie hawking contests aside, they can be pretty darn cool.
But this author was too young to realize that.
My personal opinion is that Mary was probably fairly sheltered and was used to running around with a bunch of artsy-fartsy dudes. Much like today, I would imagine these junior emos were probably blowing poetic smoke up her young ass in the high hopes of getting into her pants.
Although it's possible I'm totally misreading the situation.
Anyway, Frank tells his story, and Sea Dog writes it all down for his sister.
In excruciating detail.
Rivers, flowers, rocks, mountain tops...agonizingly cataloged. And the weather? God forbid a breeze blows through the story without at least a paragraph devoted to the way it felt on his skin or affected his mood!
And speaking of Frankenstein's mood.
I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of reading about a character this spineless before. He didn't talk so much as he whined.
And the swooning!
He was like one of those freaking fainting goats!
I can't even count how many times he blacked out and fell over. Of course, then he would get feverish and need "a period of convalescence" to recover.
Again, every episode was recounted with incredible attention to detail.
I'm thrilled that I never had to miss a moment of his sweaty brow getting daubed with water!
Randomly Inserted Fun Fact:
The monster quoted Milton in Paradise Lost.
Shockingly, I only know this because it was in the appendix, and not because I have any real-life experience with reading that one.
Was this the most painfully unnecessary book I've read this year?
Yes.
Is there a deeper moral to this story?
Yes.
Some would say, that the monster is a product of a society that refuses to accept someone who is different. Or maybe that Victor Frankenstein was the real monster for not realizing that he had a duty to parent and care for his creation? Perhaps it is meant to point out our obsession with perfection, and our willingness to disregard people who don't meet the standards of beauty as non-human?
Some might say any of those things.
I, however, learned a far different lesson from Frankenstein.
And it's this...
Trust no one.
Not even someone who (just an example) has been your Best Friend for decades!
Let's read a classic, Anne. It'll be fun, Anne. We can call each other with updates, Anne. It'll be just like a book club, Anne. Tee-hee!
Liar, liar! Pants on fire!
I read this whole God-awful book, and you quit after 10 pages!
I'm telling your mom!
Anyway.
Here's the quote that sums up my experience with Frankenstein:
"Blah, blah, blah...in all the misery I imagined and dreaded, I did not conceive the hundredth part of the anguish I was destined to endure."
I finished it.
Warning:
If you are a fan of classic literature and/or are utterly devoid of a sense of humor this review may not be for you.
Also:
Yes, I realize that I'm a moron with zero literary credibility. So, stop reading right now if the sound of an idiot whistling out of their asshole bothers you. Sure, you can comment below and tell me how stupid I am, but it probably won't make me a better person. Or will it...?
I've always wondered what the real Frankenstein story was like...and now I know.
Sadly, sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality.
And the reality is, this book is a big steaming pile of poo.
It's an old-timey horror story, right?
Not so much.
I mean, I wasn't expecting it to actually be scary, but I thought it might be slightly creepy. Unfortunately, the only horror in the story centered around me having to keep turning the pages.
Unless...?
Beware mortal! You will DIE of boredom!
Truly frightening.
It starts like this:
An upper-crust guy sails off to the Arctic to make discoveries, and to pass the time he writes to his sister. Supposedly, he's been sailing around on whaling ships for several years. And he's been proven an invaluable resource by other captains.
So I'm assuming he's a pretty crusty ol' sailor at this point.
Pay attention, because this is where Shelly proves that she knows nothing about men...
So this guy goes on and on in these letters to his sister about how he wishes on every star that he could find a best friend at sea. After a few (too many) letters, they pull a half-frozen Frankensicle out of the water.
Aaaaand here's what our salty sea dog has to say about the waterlogged mad scientist...
"Blah, blah, blah...his full-toned voice swells in my ears; his lustrous eyes dwell on me with all their melancholy sweetness...blah, blah, blah..."
Lustrous eyes?! No (straight) sailor ever, in the history of the world, EVER referred to another dude's eyes as lustrous.
Ever.
And I know what you're thinking.
Well, Anne, maybe this character was gay. Didn't think about that, did you?!
Actually, yes. Yes, I did.
The only problem with that theory is that NONE of the male characters in this book sounded remotely male.
Ladies, do you remember that time in your life (probably around middle or high school), when you thought that guys actually had the same sort of thought waves running through their heads that we do? You know, before you realized that they really don't care about...well, all of the things that we do? You thought that while they were laughing at the booger their idiot friend just flicked across the room, something deeper was stirring in their mind. It just had to be!
I'm not sure when it happens, but at some point, every woman finally realizes the (fairly obvious) truth.
Men aren't women.
That booger was the funniest thing ever, and nothing was stirring around in them other than maybe some gas.
And that's ok.
Fart-lighting and long distance loogie hawking contests aside, they can be pretty darn cool.
But this author was too young to realize that.
My personal opinion is that Mary was probably fairly sheltered and was used to running around with a bunch of artsy-fartsy dudes. Much like today, I would imagine these junior emos were probably blowing poetic smoke up her young ass in the high hopes of getting into her pants.
Although it's possible I'm totally misreading the situation.
Anyway, Frank tells his story, and Sea Dog writes it all down for his sister.
In excruciating detail.
Rivers, flowers, rocks, mountain tops...agonizingly cataloged. And the weather? God forbid a breeze blows through the story without at least a paragraph devoted to the way it felt on his skin or affected his mood!
And speaking of Frankenstein's mood.
I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of reading about a character this spineless before. He didn't talk so much as he whined.
And the swooning!
He was like one of those freaking fainting goats!
I can't even count how many times he blacked out and fell over. Of course, then he would get feverish and need "a period of convalescence" to recover.
Again, every episode was recounted with incredible attention to detail.
I'm thrilled that I never had to miss a moment of his sweaty brow getting daubed with water!
Randomly Inserted Fun Fact:
The monster quoted Milton in Paradise Lost.
Shockingly, I only know this because it was in the appendix, and not because I have any real-life experience with reading that one.
Was this the most painfully unnecessary book I've read this year?
Yes.
Is there a deeper moral to this story?
Yes.
Some would say, that the monster is a product of a society that refuses to accept someone who is different. Or maybe that Victor Frankenstein was the real monster for not realizing that he had a duty to parent and care for his creation? Perhaps it is meant to point out our obsession with perfection, and our willingness to disregard people who don't meet the standards of beauty as non-human?
Some might say any of those things.
I, however, learned a far different lesson from Frankenstein.
And it's this...
Trust no one.
Not even someone who (just an example) has been your Best Friend for decades!
Let's read a classic, Anne. It'll be fun, Anne. We can call each other with updates, Anne. It'll be just like a book club, Anne. Tee-hee!
Liar, liar! Pants on fire!
I read this whole God-awful book, and you quit after 10 pages!
I'm telling your mom!
Anyway.
Here's the quote that sums up my experience with Frankenstein:
"Blah, blah, blah...in all the misery I imagined and dreaded, I did not conceive the hundredth part of the anguish I was destined to endure."
March 26, 2023
Some monsters are not born, they are created by the cruelty around them.
Victor Frankenstein is a scientist and alchemist obsessed with creating life. Neglecting his betrothed, friends and even himself, he devotes all energy and efforts to the construction of his Creation, an unspeakable thing formed of human parts scavenged from cemeteries and other undesirable places, which he intends to bring back to life. His dream turning into a nightmare when he actually succeeds.
The terrible and unfortunate story of Dr. Frankenstein and his Creation. Two immortal characters that transcended literature. Dr. Frankenstein was more than a scientist; and his Creation more than a monster. Both characters immersed in an unwinnable fight against adversity and misery, fighting each other, and against themselves. Each one with the disadvantages proper of their nature. Each one a person, and a monster. Both tragically linked because of one defining moment of pain; A story that makes you think, and suffer, for both of them.
A classical masterpiece that spawned countless of adaptations and retellings; in books, films, plays, and whatnot. Fast paced, short and easy to read. A must read in life. Highly Recommendable.
It鈥檚 public domain, you can find it
*** Frankenstein (1994) is an acceptable adaptation at best, even with a stellar cast including stars like Branagh, De Niro and Bonham Carter. All the main ingredients of a good movie were present, and the plot faithful enough to the book. Still, overall it felt just average, barely watchable and excessively over the top for no good reason. Interesting to complement the reading, but not really recommendable.
Still remaining, the movie (1931)
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PERSONAL NOTE :
[1818] [260p] [Classics] [Highly Recommendable]
-----------------------------------------------
Algunos monstruos no nacen, son creados por la crueldad a su alrededor.
Victor Frankenstein es un cient铆fico y alquimista obsesionado con crear vida. Descuidando a su prometida, amigos e incluso a s铆 mismo, dedica toda su energ铆a y esfuerzos a la construcci贸n de su Creaci贸n, una innombrable cosa formada de partes humanas recuperadas de cementerios y otros indeseables lugares, a la cual intenta hacer volver a la vida. Su sue帽o convirti茅ndose en pesadilla cuando finalmente lo logra.
La terrible e infortunada historia del Dr. Frankenstein y su Creaci贸n. Dos personajes inmortales que transcendieron la literatura. El Dr. Frankenstein era m谩s que un cient铆fico; y su Creaci贸n m谩s que un monstruo. Ambos personajes sumidos en una pelea imposible contra la adversidad y la desdicha, luchando uno contra otro, y contra s铆 mismos. Cada uno con las desventajas propias de su naturaleza. Cada uno una persona, y un monstruo. Ambos tr谩gicamente vinculados por un momento definido en el dolor; Una historia que da para pensar, y sufrir, por ambos dos.
Una obra maestra cl谩sica que engendr贸 incontables adaptaciones y recreaciones; en libros, pel铆culas, teatro, y que no. De ritmo r谩pido, corta y f谩cil de leer. Una lectura obligada de la vida. Altamente Recomendable.
Es dominio p煤blico, lo pueden encontrar
*** Frankenstein (1994) es una aceptable adaptaci贸n cuando mucho, incluso con un elenco estelar incluyendo estrellas como Branagh, De Niro y Bonham Carter. Todos los ingredientes de una buena pel铆cula estuvieron presente, y la trama lo suficientemente fiel al libro. Sin embargo, en conjunto se sinti贸 s贸lo promedio, apenas ve铆ble y excesivamente exagerada sin buena justificaci贸n. Interesante para complementar la lectura, pero no exactamente recomendable.
Queda pendiente, la pel铆cula (1931)
-----------------------------------------------
NOTA PERSONAL :
[1818] [260p] [Cl谩sicos] [Altamente Recomendable]
-----------------------------------------------
Victor Frankenstein is a scientist and alchemist obsessed with creating life. Neglecting his betrothed, friends and even himself, he devotes all energy and efforts to the construction of his Creation, an unspeakable thing formed of human parts scavenged from cemeteries and other undesirable places, which he intends to bring back to life. His dream turning into a nightmare when he actually succeeds.
The terrible and unfortunate story of Dr. Frankenstein and his Creation. Two immortal characters that transcended literature. Dr. Frankenstein was more than a scientist; and his Creation more than a monster. Both characters immersed in an unwinnable fight against adversity and misery, fighting each other, and against themselves. Each one with the disadvantages proper of their nature. Each one a person, and a monster. Both tragically linked because of one defining moment of pain; A story that makes you think, and suffer, for both of them.
A classical masterpiece that spawned countless of adaptations and retellings; in books, films, plays, and whatnot. Fast paced, short and easy to read. A must read in life. Highly Recommendable.
It鈥檚 public domain, you can find it
*** Frankenstein (1994) is an acceptable adaptation at best, even with a stellar cast including stars like Branagh, De Niro and Bonham Carter. All the main ingredients of a good movie were present, and the plot faithful enough to the book. Still, overall it felt just average, barely watchable and excessively over the top for no good reason. Interesting to complement the reading, but not really recommendable.
Still remaining, the movie (1931)
-----------------------------------------------
PERSONAL NOTE :
[1818] [260p] [Classics] [Highly Recommendable]
-----------------------------------------------
Algunos monstruos no nacen, son creados por la crueldad a su alrededor.
Victor Frankenstein es un cient铆fico y alquimista obsesionado con crear vida. Descuidando a su prometida, amigos e incluso a s铆 mismo, dedica toda su energ铆a y esfuerzos a la construcci贸n de su Creaci贸n, una innombrable cosa formada de partes humanas recuperadas de cementerios y otros indeseables lugares, a la cual intenta hacer volver a la vida. Su sue帽o convirti茅ndose en pesadilla cuando finalmente lo logra.
La terrible e infortunada historia del Dr. Frankenstein y su Creaci贸n. Dos personajes inmortales que transcendieron la literatura. El Dr. Frankenstein era m谩s que un cient铆fico; y su Creaci贸n m谩s que un monstruo. Ambos personajes sumidos en una pelea imposible contra la adversidad y la desdicha, luchando uno contra otro, y contra s铆 mismos. Cada uno con las desventajas propias de su naturaleza. Cada uno una persona, y un monstruo. Ambos tr谩gicamente vinculados por un momento definido en el dolor; Una historia que da para pensar, y sufrir, por ambos dos.
Una obra maestra cl谩sica que engendr贸 incontables adaptaciones y recreaciones; en libros, pel铆culas, teatro, y que no. De ritmo r谩pido, corta y f谩cil de leer. Una lectura obligada de la vida. Altamente Recomendable.
Es dominio p煤blico, lo pueden encontrar
*** Frankenstein (1994) es una aceptable adaptaci贸n cuando mucho, incluso con un elenco estelar incluyendo estrellas como Branagh, De Niro y Bonham Carter. Todos los ingredientes de una buena pel铆cula estuvieron presente, y la trama lo suficientemente fiel al libro. Sin embargo, en conjunto se sinti贸 s贸lo promedio, apenas ve铆ble y excesivamente exagerada sin buena justificaci贸n. Interesante para complementar la lectura, pero no exactamente recomendable.
Queda pendiente, la pel铆cula (1931)
-----------------------------------------------
NOTA PERSONAL :
[1818] [260p] [Cl谩sicos] [Altamente Recomendable]
-----------------------------------------------
January 27, 2019
鈥淚 have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.鈥�
-From the 1994 movie
The worst thing about this novel is how distorted it has become by constant movie adaptations and misinformed ideas about the nature of Frankenstein and his "monster". For years, like many others, I thought Frankenstein was the name of that slightly green dude with the bolts in his neck. Nuh-uh.
Did Frankenstein scare me? Did it have me staying awake and sleeping with the light on, jumping at every slight creak in the house? Was I terrified of the monster and technology and the dangers of playing God? No. Because the beauty of this story is that it isn't the one so many people think it is. Which is almost my favourite thing about it. This book is not a Halloween kind of story with Halloween kind of monsters. This story is heartbreakingly sad.
鈥�...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.鈥�
The book offers many interesting avenues of philosophical exploration if one wishes to ponder such things. For example, allusions to religion and Genesis, possible criticisms of using science to "play God", and the relationship between creator and creation. All of these things interest me, yes, but it is the painfully human part of this book that has always so deeply affected me.
Because the sad thing, the really sad thing, is that pretty much everyone has heard of Frankenstein's monster... but so many don't know how human the character is. Created as a scientific experiment by an overly ambitious man, he comes into a frightening and hostile world that immediately rejects him on sight. Even the man who made him cannot look upon his creation without feeling horror. It's that same thing that gets me in books every time: things could have been so different. If people had just been a little less judgmental, a little less scared, and a little more understanding.
This being, created from different parts of corpses, seeks love and finds hatred, so he instead decides to embrace it. Fuelled by his own rage at the unfairness of the world, he gradually turns towards evil.
He belongs in my own little mental category with the likes of Heathcliff and Erik (aka The Phantom of the Opera). Scared, angry villains who were made so by their own unfortunate circumstances. The kind of characters you simultaneously hate and love, but most of all hope they find some kind of peace.
So call it science-fiction, if you want. Call it horror, if you must. But this story is brimming with some of the most realistic and almost unbearably moving human emotion that I have ever read.
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October 26, 2009No stars. That's right. Zero, zip. nada.
It's been almost 30 years since I've detested a book this much. I didn't think anything could be worse then Kafka's The Metamorphosis. Seems I'm never too old to be wrong. This time, I don't have the excuse that I was forced to read this for high school lit. class. Oh no, this time I read this of my own volition and for fun. Yeah, fun. Kinda like sticking bamboo shoots between my fingernails type of fun. Watching paint dry fun. Going to an Air Supply concert fun.
OK, to be fair, I need to tell you what I liked about this....
Well, Mary Shelley was a teen when she wrote this. Color me impressed. At 19 I was just looking for my next college boyfriend, not penning the great English classic. Kudos to Mary for that.
Otherwise, I can't think of anything to admire in this book, apart from the fact that it's the only book in my reading history where I actually noted EVERY SINGLE PAGE NUMBER and mentally counted down the time I'd be finished.
Why did I persist, you may ask? Well, at the point where the pain became mind numbing, I decided to channel my inner John McCain and just survive the torture. Figured it would make me a better, stronger reader. Might even make me enjoy a re-read of ....(well, no it wouldn't, but you get the idea).
Frankenstein is a classic alright. A classic melodrama. Complete with a wimpy, vaporish, trembling prima donna main character and a pseudo monster whose only sin is being uglier then Bernie Madoff in cell block D. After the upteenth tremble/jerk/gasp/faint/start from our mad scientist Victor Frankenstein, I could only sign in relief that he wasn't a Rabbi about to perform a bris circumcism - oy vey!
Were we supposed to be outraged at the monster's killing spree? By the books end, I was merely miffed that the creature murdered the wrong Frankenstein sibling. He would have saved himself a good deal of traveling (and saved me a good deal of suffering) had he snuffed out his maker before he could high-tail it out of the birthing room.
I'm sure that the fans of this book will say that I didn't understand the deeper, symbolic nuances of this book, and I'm sure that they are right. At this point in my life, all I know is what I like and don't like in a book, and as far as I'm concerned, this book is unadulterated, mind-numbing crap. But that's just me. Your mileage will vary (as I sincerely hope it does). As for my own mileage, it can best be compared to driving a Ford Pinto in the Indy 500...
EDIT
Due to the efforts of a few Kool-ade drinking trolls who have gotten their big girl/big boy panties in a wad over an almost 200 year old book and can't comment nicely on my review, I am suspending all future comments.
Don't like it? Blame the navel grazing trolls for not accepting the concept of a PERSONAL OPINION.
It's been almost 30 years since I've detested a book this much. I didn't think anything could be worse then Kafka's The Metamorphosis. Seems I'm never too old to be wrong. This time, I don't have the excuse that I was forced to read this for high school lit. class. Oh no, this time I read this of my own volition and for fun. Yeah, fun. Kinda like sticking bamboo shoots between my fingernails type of fun. Watching paint dry fun. Going to an Air Supply concert fun.
OK, to be fair, I need to tell you what I liked about this....
Well, Mary Shelley was a teen when she wrote this. Color me impressed. At 19 I was just looking for my next college boyfriend, not penning the great English classic. Kudos to Mary for that.
Otherwise, I can't think of anything to admire in this book, apart from the fact that it's the only book in my reading history where I actually noted EVERY SINGLE PAGE NUMBER and mentally counted down the time I'd be finished.
Why did I persist, you may ask? Well, at the point where the pain became mind numbing, I decided to channel my inner John McCain and just survive the torture. Figured it would make me a better, stronger reader. Might even make me enjoy a re-read of ....(well, no it wouldn't, but you get the idea).
Frankenstein is a classic alright. A classic melodrama. Complete with a wimpy, vaporish, trembling prima donna main character and a pseudo monster whose only sin is being uglier then Bernie Madoff in cell block D. After the upteenth tremble/jerk/gasp/faint/start from our mad scientist Victor Frankenstein, I could only sign in relief that he wasn't a Rabbi about to perform a bris circumcism - oy vey!
Were we supposed to be outraged at the monster's killing spree? By the books end, I was merely miffed that the creature murdered the wrong Frankenstein sibling. He would have saved himself a good deal of traveling (and saved me a good deal of suffering) had he snuffed out his maker before he could high-tail it out of the birthing room.
I'm sure that the fans of this book will say that I didn't understand the deeper, symbolic nuances of this book, and I'm sure that they are right. At this point in my life, all I know is what I like and don't like in a book, and as far as I'm concerned, this book is unadulterated, mind-numbing crap. But that's just me. Your mileage will vary (as I sincerely hope it does). As for my own mileage, it can best be compared to driving a Ford Pinto in the Indy 500...
EDIT
Due to the efforts of a few Kool-ade drinking trolls who have gotten their big girl/big boy panties in a wad over an almost 200 year old book and can't comment nicely on my review, I am suspending all future comments.
Don't like it? Blame the navel grazing trolls for not accepting the concept of a PERSONAL OPINION.
July 25, 2024
Don鈥檛 get why everyone spends so much time talking about 鈥渢he theme of science versus nature鈥� and how this is 鈥渢he world鈥檚 first science fiction novel鈥� when clearly this is the world鈥檚 pre-eminent text on the subject of the dire consequences of procrastination.
But whatever.
This book rules.
First off, it鈥檚 very funny to imagine old-timey 1800s people being scared by this. It鈥檚 in the same vein as thinking of that urban legend about the people who watched the first movie screaming when the train races toward them. 鈥淎AAAAH! I AM IN A THEATER, BUT I鈥橫 ABOUT TO GET HIT BY A TRAIN!!! HERE IT COMES! TELL MY WIFE I LOVE HER!鈥�
I highly recommend reading it through that lens. Just thinking about that original audience who thought this was a horror. 鈥淥h, my stars! A creature of most unholy origin! I daren鈥檛 think of it!鈥� Idiots.
Again, I digress.
This is so beautifully written. It really forces you to slow down and take the story in, just so you don鈥檛 miss a gorgeous line - which in turn makes you appreciate how many great and beautifully executed themes there are at play.
Count me impressed.
But again, I鈥檓 mostly just thinkin鈥� bout how #relatable Frankenstein is.
And also the fact that I can Finally I can be one of those assholes who鈥檚 like 鈥淔rankenstein is the SCIENTIST, not the monster!!!!鈥�
I鈥檓 living the dream.
Bottom line: This is nonstop fun and everyone should have (read: read) it.
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currently-reading updates
can already relate to victor frankenstein as i, too, create massive problems and then avoid dealing with them until the repercussions threaten to destroy my life and even then am kinda like "ok but do i have to"
But whatever.
This book rules.
First off, it鈥檚 very funny to imagine old-timey 1800s people being scared by this. It鈥檚 in the same vein as thinking of that urban legend about the people who watched the first movie screaming when the train races toward them. 鈥淎AAAAH! I AM IN A THEATER, BUT I鈥橫 ABOUT TO GET HIT BY A TRAIN!!! HERE IT COMES! TELL MY WIFE I LOVE HER!鈥�
I highly recommend reading it through that lens. Just thinking about that original audience who thought this was a horror. 鈥淥h, my stars! A creature of most unholy origin! I daren鈥檛 think of it!鈥� Idiots.
Again, I digress.
This is so beautifully written. It really forces you to slow down and take the story in, just so you don鈥檛 miss a gorgeous line - which in turn makes you appreciate how many great and beautifully executed themes there are at play.
Count me impressed.
But again, I鈥檓 mostly just thinkin鈥� bout how #relatable Frankenstein is.
And also the fact that I can Finally I can be one of those assholes who鈥檚 like 鈥淔rankenstein is the SCIENTIST, not the monster!!!!鈥�
I鈥檓 living the dream.
Bottom line: This is nonstop fun and everyone should have (read: read) it.
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currently-reading updates
can already relate to victor frankenstein as i, too, create massive problems and then avoid dealing with them until the repercussions threaten to destroy my life and even then am kinda like "ok but do i have to"
August 15, 2024
80% of this book is just Victor Frankenstein falling into months-long fevers at the slightest inconvenience and also being a colossal piece of shit. The Creature, on the other hand, is the poster-monster for anyone who鈥檚 ever felt Othered and I simply LOVE HIM
July 12, 2022
Victor Frankenstein Chill The Fuck Out Challenge
June 22, 2021
Mary Wollstonecraft, a teenager, was spending a vacation in Switzerland with her fianc茅, , their mutual friend, , and a few other people. Was the weather gloomy that summer of 1816? Were the companions bored to death? One evening, they challenged each other into writing the scariest ghost story they could come up with. No one remembers what the fellows wrote on that occasion. Except for the young woman鈥檚 literary creature and the misfortunes of Victor Frankenstein.
Since then, what was meant as an entertaining story, rose to the dimension of a myth. So much so that the original novel itself has been covered up by layer upon layer of external imagery, which has very little to do with it 鈥� in particular, the heavily made-up face of Boris Karloff in the 1931 unfaithful film adaptation of this book. Nowadays, there are all sorts of adaptations (e.g. Kenneth Branagh鈥檚 movie, with De Niro, more on that below), parodies (Mel Brook鈥檚 Young Frankenstein), and probably even spooky porn versions.
However, Mary Shelley鈥檚 novel is not so much about ghosts or monsters, as it is a meditation on the Biblical theme of Creation and Fall. Naturally, the idea of creating a living being 鈥� using some human technique instead of natural reproduction 鈥�, comes from the 16th-century Jewish narrative of the of Prague. The subtle hints and overt references to Milton鈥檚 are also quite noticeable 鈥� the 鈥渄aemon鈥�, rejected from the start as an ugly duckling, learns to read with a copy of this book (?). At any rate, Frankenstein is a brilliant and existential reverie on the theme of God and Satan (Frankenstein and the 鈥渄aemon鈥�) and Adam and Eve (Frankenstein and Elizabeth / the monster and the potential lady-monster).
Another striking aspect of Frankenstein鈥檚 narrative is the Russian-dolls-like structure of the tales: first Captain Walton鈥檚 letters, which frame the whole novel, then Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 account and, finally, a tale within the tale, the daemon鈥檚 story. This particular form is in keeping with earlier gothic novels and harks back to the , to which Mary Shelley might have had access, through Antoine Galland鈥檚 translation into French. Incidentally, Safie鈥檚 story, around the middle of the novel (another embedded tale within a tale), has some oriental undertones.
Mary Shelley鈥檚 book is considered one of the earliest examples of the Science Fiction genre. However, there is not much science or technology to speak of in Frankenstein, apart from a few mentions of and a couple of other alchemists and astrologers. The minor references to electricity, magnetism and galvanism are in the spirit of the times. Still, , who would soon bring significant breakthroughs in these fields, was about the same age as the precocious author of Frankenstein. Still, the presence of electromagnetism is not only a reference to the myth of Prometheus and the stolen fire. If anything, it expresses a fascination with landscapes: now sunny, beautiful and pleasant; now stormy, sublime and menacing, with ghastly thunderbolts ripping the clouds apart. Mary Shelley had a couple of predecessors 鈥� is quoted a few times in her novel 鈥�, but that sort of imagery was, by and large, a novelty at the time. It might be interesting to note that while Mary Shelley was writing Frankenstein, Caspar David Friedrich was painting his famous Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (see below). This obsession with ominous landscapes would soon become a trope within the romantic and gothic literary tradition (cf. the often ridiculed 鈥檚 鈥渄ark and stormy night鈥�).
Frankenstein is also considered an early example of the modern Horror genre. However, the general impression is not exactly a feeling of terror. Rather a romantic and quite often bombastic expression of strong emotions: despair, anguish, despondency, melancholy, misery, wretchedness, affliction, etc., are words that come repeatedly under Mary Shelley鈥檚 pen. This accumulation of epithets might feel quaint and a little schmaltzy to a modern reader.
Even so, Frankenstein has probably been a significant inspiration to crime mystery novels, such as Stevenson鈥檚 and later avatars of serial killers on a murderous rampage. It has probably also exerted a strong influence on scary adventure stories, such as Poe鈥檚 , Wells鈥� , or Lovecraft鈥檚 . It might, nowadays, become once more a significant source of inspiration, as contemporary technology explores new forms of sentient and intelligent beings, out of GMO, silicon or some weird combination of the two.
(1994), directed by Kenneth Branagh, followed Francis Ford Coppola鈥檚 box-office hit Bram Stocker鈥檚 Dracula (1992). The cast is imposing: De Niro, Branagh, Hulce, Bonham Carter, Holm, Cleese. The screenplay (written by Frank Darabont, who would later develop The Walking Dead TV series) is, for the most part, faithful to Mary Shelley鈥檚 novel. However, while Coppola鈥檚 Dracula was darkly luxurious and decadent, the style of Branagh鈥檚 Frankenstein is loud and vehement, at times stomach-churning or downright silly.
The biopic (2017) by Haifaa al-Mansour, with Elle Fanning, is primarily a romance, recounting the complicated situation in which the young woman met her husband and how she got to write her masterpiece. The portrayals of Percy Shelley and Lord Byron are rather unflattering.
Since then, what was meant as an entertaining story, rose to the dimension of a myth. So much so that the original novel itself has been covered up by layer upon layer of external imagery, which has very little to do with it 鈥� in particular, the heavily made-up face of Boris Karloff in the 1931 unfaithful film adaptation of this book. Nowadays, there are all sorts of adaptations (e.g. Kenneth Branagh鈥檚 movie, with De Niro, more on that below), parodies (Mel Brook鈥檚 Young Frankenstein), and probably even spooky porn versions.
However, Mary Shelley鈥檚 novel is not so much about ghosts or monsters, as it is a meditation on the Biblical theme of Creation and Fall. Naturally, the idea of creating a living being 鈥� using some human technique instead of natural reproduction 鈥�, comes from the 16th-century Jewish narrative of the of Prague. The subtle hints and overt references to Milton鈥檚 are also quite noticeable 鈥� the 鈥渄aemon鈥�, rejected from the start as an ugly duckling, learns to read with a copy of this book (?). At any rate, Frankenstein is a brilliant and existential reverie on the theme of God and Satan (Frankenstein and the 鈥渄aemon鈥�) and Adam and Eve (Frankenstein and Elizabeth / the monster and the potential lady-monster).
Another striking aspect of Frankenstein鈥檚 narrative is the Russian-dolls-like structure of the tales: first Captain Walton鈥檚 letters, which frame the whole novel, then Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 account and, finally, a tale within the tale, the daemon鈥檚 story. This particular form is in keeping with earlier gothic novels and harks back to the , to which Mary Shelley might have had access, through Antoine Galland鈥檚 translation into French. Incidentally, Safie鈥檚 story, around the middle of the novel (another embedded tale within a tale), has some oriental undertones.
Mary Shelley鈥檚 book is considered one of the earliest examples of the Science Fiction genre. However, there is not much science or technology to speak of in Frankenstein, apart from a few mentions of and a couple of other alchemists and astrologers. The minor references to electricity, magnetism and galvanism are in the spirit of the times. Still, , who would soon bring significant breakthroughs in these fields, was about the same age as the precocious author of Frankenstein. Still, the presence of electromagnetism is not only a reference to the myth of Prometheus and the stolen fire. If anything, it expresses a fascination with landscapes: now sunny, beautiful and pleasant; now stormy, sublime and menacing, with ghastly thunderbolts ripping the clouds apart. Mary Shelley had a couple of predecessors 鈥� is quoted a few times in her novel 鈥�, but that sort of imagery was, by and large, a novelty at the time. It might be interesting to note that while Mary Shelley was writing Frankenstein, Caspar David Friedrich was painting his famous Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (see below). This obsession with ominous landscapes would soon become a trope within the romantic and gothic literary tradition (cf. the often ridiculed 鈥檚 鈥渄ark and stormy night鈥�).
Frankenstein is also considered an early example of the modern Horror genre. However, the general impression is not exactly a feeling of terror. Rather a romantic and quite often bombastic expression of strong emotions: despair, anguish, despondency, melancholy, misery, wretchedness, affliction, etc., are words that come repeatedly under Mary Shelley鈥檚 pen. This accumulation of epithets might feel quaint and a little schmaltzy to a modern reader.
Even so, Frankenstein has probably been a significant inspiration to crime mystery novels, such as Stevenson鈥檚 and later avatars of serial killers on a murderous rampage. It has probably also exerted a strong influence on scary adventure stories, such as Poe鈥檚 , Wells鈥� , or Lovecraft鈥檚 . It might, nowadays, become once more a significant source of inspiration, as contemporary technology explores new forms of sentient and intelligent beings, out of GMO, silicon or some weird combination of the two.
(1994), directed by Kenneth Branagh, followed Francis Ford Coppola鈥檚 box-office hit Bram Stocker鈥檚 Dracula (1992). The cast is imposing: De Niro, Branagh, Hulce, Bonham Carter, Holm, Cleese. The screenplay (written by Frank Darabont, who would later develop The Walking Dead TV series) is, for the most part, faithful to Mary Shelley鈥檚 novel. However, while Coppola鈥檚 Dracula was darkly luxurious and decadent, the style of Branagh鈥檚 Frankenstein is loud and vehement, at times stomach-churning or downright silly.
The biopic (2017) by Haifaa al-Mansour, with Elle Fanning, is primarily a romance, recounting the complicated situation in which the young woman met her husband and how she got to write her masterpiece. The portrayals of Percy Shelley and Lord Byron are rather unflattering.
October 16, 2024
鈥�鈥橫an,鈥� I cried, 鈥榟ow ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!鈥�鈥�
For over 200 years Frankenstein by Mary Shelley has captured our minds and toyed with our fears, entering the canon of classic while remaining as relevant and thought provoking a metaphor as science progresses onward. It is certainly worthy of the lasting fame, being an exquisite blend of gothic horror and Romantic morality that delves into philosophical and allegorical inquiries in an endlessly engaging narrative that had me reading late into the night with a fervor to reach the end. It is a story we likely all know, and not much new to say someone hasn鈥檛 already said and better, but even still I was fascinated by every detail, with its fabulist monster story, the nested framing of two men on a quest in the arctic, the epistolary narrative, the plots of murderous vengeance and, of course, the fall from innocence with the damnation of ambition. This is also a story about how being a deadbeat dad passes along trauma that reacts negatively and is rather terrifying with its massive monster that moves fast and kills hard. This cautionary creation tale of catastrophe forces us to confront the grotesqueries of humanity grappling with life and death, and question what is truly monstrous.
鈥�Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.鈥�
This is a book where the story about its creation is just as compelling as the novel itself. Written when Mary Shelley was 19, this would arrive on the scene under high expectations to see what the young writer of notable literary heritage (her father was and her late mother the feminist writer and activist ) would produce. 鈥�My husband,鈥� she writes in an introduction, referring to , 鈥�was from the first very anxious that I should prove myself worthy of my parentage and enroll myself on the page of fame.鈥� The novel sprang into creation supposedly during a dream (not unlike her doctor Frankenstein鈥檚 prophetic dream of creation) after proposed to his friends they each should write a ghost story while they were all at Lake Geneva. This same retreat would also birth the novel by , who based his villain on Byron himself because Lord Byron was kind of insufferable. And a deadbeat dad, not unlike Victor Frankenstein. The novel itself can be read as a commentary on the experience of writing it, something she teases in her introduction about the creative experience of an artist and to which she writes that 鈥�I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper.鈥� Unlike her doctor, there is a sense of care over her creation. Now, onward!
鈥�To examine the causes of life we must first have recourse to death.鈥�
This book is sort of the antidote to those cliche inspirational office posters about ambition everyone had in the 90s, because here we find ambition to drip into arrogance and basically create calamity. Framed from the perspective of Cpt. Walton as he attempts to reach the North Pole鈥攁nd fails鈥攚e hear the story of another man who鈥檚 blinded by his own ambition until it is too late. Doctor Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 story is a chilling fall-from-grace story, beginning with a sweet adolescence that slowly turns to the grotesque along a path of bloodied corpses of innocent people to chronicle his own loss of innocence. The spark to this is the early death of his mother, coupled with his reading of scientific books at university (self-education through books is mirrored as well through his monster), amalgamating into an idea with the best intentions to 鈥�renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption.鈥� We all know the maxim that good intentions are the paving stones to Hell, however.
鈥�Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed.鈥�
While we tend to just remember the Doctor鈥檚 last name, the full title of the book is Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, and here we begin to understand why fire and light is such a frequent symbol. As Prometheus gave fire to humans and was punished for it, we see Frankenstein attempt to 鈥�pour a torrent of light into our dark world鈥� by conquering death and creating life (with electric shock instead of fire but close enough), something that will be his own undoing. It is only natural, drawing on ideas of the Romantics that nature is the pinnacle of good and perfection and since he 鈥�collected bones from charnel houses; and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame,鈥� to create and give life to his creation, therefore the manufactured (see also: 鈥渦nnatural鈥�) creation must also be profane and Frankenstein shall be punished. You know, the whole 鈥榙on鈥檛 play god鈥� argument. The creature wrecks havoc on Frankenstein鈥檚 life as 鈥�the cold stars shone in mockery,鈥� and the barren Arctic is a sort of Hell (devoid of fire and warmth) where Victor inevitably meets his demise.
Yet Victor never views his ambitions as unnatural (him and the Captain being figuratively blinded by their ambitions functioning as another fire/light metaphor), and even at the end he says to Walton 鈥�I have myself been blasted in these hopes, yet another may succeed.鈥� He sees no ethical dilemma in his manufacturing of life, his fears stem from the supposed hideousness of his creation鈥斺€�ugly鈥 thing such as Dante could not have conceived鈥欌€攁nd then later the string of murders. 鈥�A new species would bless me as its creator and source,鈥� Victor writes, propping himself up as a paternal godlike figure, 鈥�no father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs,鈥� however he fails as a father to his creation by abandoning it. He does not even give the creation a name, even when hunting it after the multiple murders. This is key, as in fairy tales naming something is a way to take away it鈥檚 power (think Rumpelstiltskin being defeated by guessing his name). 鈥�I think of the act of naming as diagnosis,鈥� writes in her essay , 鈥�once you name a disorder, you may be able to connect to the community afflicted with it, or build one.鈥� Seeing as the creation turns to evil deeds due to a feeling of isolation and being othered, this idea of naming, of giving a space, makes the lack of naming or any parental care more emphasized as a fatal misstep. So not only does Victor have his fall from grace for trying to play god, but also failing in even the most basics of paternal support.
鈥�Am i to be thought the only criminal, when all human kind sinned against me?鈥�
Let's turn now to Frankenstein鈥檚 monster. Left to his own devices, this giant manufactured from death finds he is met with fear and misunderstanding at every turn. While he seems to only have pure intentions at first, he is pushed into solitude and begins to lash out, especially at his creator (definitely some religious symbolism there). While he may be manmade, he is also very human all the way down to emotions and existential crises of selfhood:
The creature conducts his autodidactic education mostly through reading and watching a family interact. Among his books are Goethe鈥檚 , and Milton鈥檚 , the latter being very influential on his impressions of the world and themself. From Milton he reads himself first as Adam in the creation story, but later identifies with Satan instead:
Though he also notes that 鈥�yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone鈥� Milton pops up everywhere in his sections, such as the monsters statement that 鈥�evil thenceforth became my good,鈥� which paraphrases Milton鈥檚 line 鈥�Evil be thou my good.鈥� In an , argues that the monster鈥檚 surprise at his reflection in the water is not a reference to Narcissus as is typically claimed, but instead a reference to Eve from Paradise Lost: 鈥�Of sympathy and love; there I had fixt / Mine eyes till now, and pin鈥檇 with vain desire.鈥� This, she argues, makes the monster a sort of reverse holy trinity of creation instead of creator, speaking from Milton鈥檚 Adam, Eve and Satan as opposed to the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. There is another interesting reversal that Shelley plays with, something the 鈥榥egative Oedipus.鈥� The monster kills Elizabeth to get to his 鈥榝ather鈥�, Frankenstein, while the death of the doctor鈥檚 mother is his motivation to play Holy Father. At all times Shelley constructs a duality of parenthood and horror.
While the classic human vs nature and the whole ethical conundrum is fascinating, it is the look at the person under the extreme absence of love and support that grabs me most. On one hand it is an intriguing look at the horrors of isolation and being othered, but it also makes me wonder how narratives like this became concrete in collective consciousness and instill further fear into people against anything different. Is this also central to ideas of xenophobia and pushbacks against equality, the fear that if we allow the marginalized to have space they will harm the people-of-status-quo/colonizers as a state of revenge? Thinking about it that way is frustrating and sad, the idea that those who have been harmed continue to be so out of fear for the repercussions, which only furthers the othering and marginalizing. So I guess that鈥檚 something to consider too and work on undoing in social consciousness. And a reminder to give love and empathy. The creation only wanted to be understood, given empathy and space, given love.
鈥�I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.鈥�
Now the question here proposed by Shelley is, who is the 鈥榯rue鈥� monster? The man who reached for the profane and abandoned it into a life of torment turning toward evil, or the misunderstood being thrust into the world already considered an abomination and becoming 鈥�malicious because I am miserable.鈥� Its ethical quandaries like this that make this a fantastic classroom choice or one to toss and turn with for days. The National Theater had an excellent where the two leads, Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller, alternated roles as Frankenstein and Frankenstein鈥檚 monster to further interrogate this question. Though perhaps the creation says it best: 鈥�Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!鈥�
In an , author says of Frankenstein that 鈥�we are the first generations to read it not as gothic horror but as contemporary reality.鈥� Where Shelley鈥檚 doctor steals body parts to create life with electricity, in our modern day we are pushing closer towards digital AI and already have manufactured body parts to replace our own. Even just this week it has been in the news that scientists , something that could be a breakthrough in increasing viable organ transplants. Perhaps there is something to learn from Victor鈥檚 failures as we consider how to usher new systems into the world, such as , or if an AI were to learn from us, what are we reflecting back to ourselves. Perhaps this is why Mary Shelley鈥檚 classic has endured all this time; with each new advancement in science many fear a Frankenstein unleashing his monster and with each ambition of our own we fear what may happen if we are blinded by our desires. Mary Shelley captures this perfectly and I was surprised how engaging this book was and how relevant it still felt all these years later.
4.5/5
鈥�Delighted and surprised, I embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.鈥�
For over 200 years Frankenstein by Mary Shelley has captured our minds and toyed with our fears, entering the canon of classic while remaining as relevant and thought provoking a metaphor as science progresses onward. It is certainly worthy of the lasting fame, being an exquisite blend of gothic horror and Romantic morality that delves into philosophical and allegorical inquiries in an endlessly engaging narrative that had me reading late into the night with a fervor to reach the end. It is a story we likely all know, and not much new to say someone hasn鈥檛 already said and better, but even still I was fascinated by every detail, with its fabulist monster story, the nested framing of two men on a quest in the arctic, the epistolary narrative, the plots of murderous vengeance and, of course, the fall from innocence with the damnation of ambition. This is also a story about how being a deadbeat dad passes along trauma that reacts negatively and is rather terrifying with its massive monster that moves fast and kills hard. This cautionary creation tale of catastrophe forces us to confront the grotesqueries of humanity grappling with life and death, and question what is truly monstrous.
鈥�Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.鈥�
This is a book where the story about its creation is just as compelling as the novel itself. Written when Mary Shelley was 19, this would arrive on the scene under high expectations to see what the young writer of notable literary heritage (her father was and her late mother the feminist writer and activist ) would produce. 鈥�My husband,鈥� she writes in an introduction, referring to , 鈥�was from the first very anxious that I should prove myself worthy of my parentage and enroll myself on the page of fame.鈥� The novel sprang into creation supposedly during a dream (not unlike her doctor Frankenstein鈥檚 prophetic dream of creation) after proposed to his friends they each should write a ghost story while they were all at Lake Geneva. This same retreat would also birth the novel by , who based his villain on Byron himself because Lord Byron was kind of insufferable. And a deadbeat dad, not unlike Victor Frankenstein. The novel itself can be read as a commentary on the experience of writing it, something she teases in her introduction about the creative experience of an artist and to which she writes that 鈥�I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper.鈥� Unlike her doctor, there is a sense of care over her creation. Now, onward!
鈥�To examine the causes of life we must first have recourse to death.鈥�
This book is sort of the antidote to those cliche inspirational office posters about ambition everyone had in the 90s, because here we find ambition to drip into arrogance and basically create calamity. Framed from the perspective of Cpt. Walton as he attempts to reach the North Pole鈥攁nd fails鈥攚e hear the story of another man who鈥檚 blinded by his own ambition until it is too late. Doctor Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 story is a chilling fall-from-grace story, beginning with a sweet adolescence that slowly turns to the grotesque along a path of bloodied corpses of innocent people to chronicle his own loss of innocence. The spark to this is the early death of his mother, coupled with his reading of scientific books at university (self-education through books is mirrored as well through his monster), amalgamating into an idea with the best intentions to 鈥�renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption.鈥� We all know the maxim that good intentions are the paving stones to Hell, however.
鈥�Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed.鈥�
While we tend to just remember the Doctor鈥檚 last name, the full title of the book is Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, and here we begin to understand why fire and light is such a frequent symbol. As Prometheus gave fire to humans and was punished for it, we see Frankenstein attempt to 鈥�pour a torrent of light into our dark world鈥� by conquering death and creating life (with electric shock instead of fire but close enough), something that will be his own undoing. It is only natural, drawing on ideas of the Romantics that nature is the pinnacle of good and perfection and since he 鈥�collected bones from charnel houses; and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame,鈥� to create and give life to his creation, therefore the manufactured (see also: 鈥渦nnatural鈥�) creation must also be profane and Frankenstein shall be punished. You know, the whole 鈥榙on鈥檛 play god鈥� argument. The creature wrecks havoc on Frankenstein鈥檚 life as 鈥�the cold stars shone in mockery,鈥� and the barren Arctic is a sort of Hell (devoid of fire and warmth) where Victor inevitably meets his demise.
Yet Victor never views his ambitions as unnatural (him and the Captain being figuratively blinded by their ambitions functioning as another fire/light metaphor), and even at the end he says to Walton 鈥�I have myself been blasted in these hopes, yet another may succeed.鈥� He sees no ethical dilemma in his manufacturing of life, his fears stem from the supposed hideousness of his creation鈥斺€�ugly鈥 thing such as Dante could not have conceived鈥欌€攁nd then later the string of murders. 鈥�A new species would bless me as its creator and source,鈥� Victor writes, propping himself up as a paternal godlike figure, 鈥�no father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs,鈥� however he fails as a father to his creation by abandoning it. He does not even give the creation a name, even when hunting it after the multiple murders. This is key, as in fairy tales naming something is a way to take away it鈥檚 power (think Rumpelstiltskin being defeated by guessing his name). 鈥�I think of the act of naming as diagnosis,鈥� writes in her essay , 鈥�once you name a disorder, you may be able to connect to the community afflicted with it, or build one.鈥� Seeing as the creation turns to evil deeds due to a feeling of isolation and being othered, this idea of naming, of giving a space, makes the lack of naming or any parental care more emphasized as a fatal misstep. So not only does Victor have his fall from grace for trying to play god, but also failing in even the most basics of paternal support.
鈥�Am i to be thought the only criminal, when all human kind sinned against me?鈥�
Let's turn now to Frankenstein鈥檚 monster. Left to his own devices, this giant manufactured from death finds he is met with fear and misunderstanding at every turn. While he seems to only have pure intentions at first, he is pushed into solitude and begins to lash out, especially at his creator (definitely some religious symbolism there). While he may be manmade, he is also very human all the way down to emotions and existential crises of selfhood:
鈥�I was dependent on none and related to none. The path of my departure was free, and there was none to lament my annihilation. My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.鈥�
The creature conducts his autodidactic education mostly through reading and watching a family interact. Among his books are Goethe鈥檚 , and Milton鈥檚 , the latter being very influential on his impressions of the world and themself. From Milton he reads himself first as Adam in the creation story, but later identifies with Satan instead:
鈥�I am thy creature: I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.鈥�
Though he also notes that 鈥�yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone鈥� Milton pops up everywhere in his sections, such as the monsters statement that 鈥�evil thenceforth became my good,鈥� which paraphrases Milton鈥檚 line 鈥�Evil be thou my good.鈥� In an , argues that the monster鈥檚 surprise at his reflection in the water is not a reference to Narcissus as is typically claimed, but instead a reference to Eve from Paradise Lost: 鈥�Of sympathy and love; there I had fixt / Mine eyes till now, and pin鈥檇 with vain desire.鈥� This, she argues, makes the monster a sort of reverse holy trinity of creation instead of creator, speaking from Milton鈥檚 Adam, Eve and Satan as opposed to the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. There is another interesting reversal that Shelley plays with, something the 鈥榥egative Oedipus.鈥� The monster kills Elizabeth to get to his 鈥榝ather鈥�, Frankenstein, while the death of the doctor鈥檚 mother is his motivation to play Holy Father. At all times Shelley constructs a duality of parenthood and horror.
While the classic human vs nature and the whole ethical conundrum is fascinating, it is the look at the person under the extreme absence of love and support that grabs me most. On one hand it is an intriguing look at the horrors of isolation and being othered, but it also makes me wonder how narratives like this became concrete in collective consciousness and instill further fear into people against anything different. Is this also central to ideas of xenophobia and pushbacks against equality, the fear that if we allow the marginalized to have space they will harm the people-of-status-quo/colonizers as a state of revenge? Thinking about it that way is frustrating and sad, the idea that those who have been harmed continue to be so out of fear for the repercussions, which only furthers the othering and marginalizing. So I guess that鈥檚 something to consider too and work on undoing in social consciousness. And a reminder to give love and empathy. The creation only wanted to be understood, given empathy and space, given love.
鈥�I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.鈥�
Now the question here proposed by Shelley is, who is the 鈥榯rue鈥� monster? The man who reached for the profane and abandoned it into a life of torment turning toward evil, or the misunderstood being thrust into the world already considered an abomination and becoming 鈥�malicious because I am miserable.鈥� Its ethical quandaries like this that make this a fantastic classroom choice or one to toss and turn with for days. The National Theater had an excellent where the two leads, Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller, alternated roles as Frankenstein and Frankenstein鈥檚 monster to further interrogate this question. Though perhaps the creation says it best: 鈥�Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!鈥�
In an , author says of Frankenstein that 鈥�we are the first generations to read it not as gothic horror but as contemporary reality.鈥� Where Shelley鈥檚 doctor steals body parts to create life with electricity, in our modern day we are pushing closer towards digital AI and already have manufactured body parts to replace our own. Even just this week it has been in the news that scientists , something that could be a breakthrough in increasing viable organ transplants. Perhaps there is something to learn from Victor鈥檚 failures as we consider how to usher new systems into the world, such as , or if an AI were to learn from us, what are we reflecting back to ourselves. Perhaps this is why Mary Shelley鈥檚 classic has endured all this time; with each new advancement in science many fear a Frankenstein unleashing his monster and with each ambition of our own we fear what may happen if we are blinded by our desires. Mary Shelley captures this perfectly and I was surprised how engaging this book was and how relevant it still felt all these years later.
4.5/5
鈥�Delighted and surprised, I embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.鈥�
October 20, 2022
2nd read:
scientists just don't re-animate corpses like they used to it's disappointing
1st read:
All this time I thought I didn't like classics; turns out I just hadn't read the right ones.
I can't help but feel empathy for Frankenstein's creature, and abhor humankind for its prejudice and malice that drove this creature to murder when all he craved was the warmth of companionship.
I will never forgive modern media for making believe that this story was about a mindless, incoherent creature incapable of stringing two words together who's only destiny was to kill and be evil when in actuality all he wanted was FRIENDSHIP.
I, too, relate to his absolute emo vibes; when he says "Hateful day when i received life!" and "I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous." I'm just like yeah exactly he gets it he knows
scientists just don't re-animate corpses like they used to it's disappointing
1st read:
All this time I thought I didn't like classics; turns out I just hadn't read the right ones.
I can't help but feel empathy for Frankenstein's creature, and abhor humankind for its prejudice and malice that drove this creature to murder when all he craved was the warmth of companionship.
I will never forgive modern media for making believe that this story was about a mindless, incoherent creature incapable of stringing two words together who's only destiny was to kill and be evil when in actuality all he wanted was FRIENDSHIP.
I, too, relate to his absolute emo vibes; when he says "Hateful day when i received life!" and "I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous." I'm just like yeah exactly he gets it he knows
May 6, 2020
an annoying scientist and an ugly tall man fight over who is more depressed
April 2, 2019
It's been fifty years since I had read Frankenstein, and, now鈥攁fter a recent second reading鈥擨 am pleased to know that the pleasures of that first reading have been revived. Once again--just as it was in my teens--I was thrilled by the first glimpse of the immense figure of the monster, driving his sled across the arctic ice, and marveled at the artful use of narrative frames within frame, each subsequent frame leading us closer to the heart of the novel, until we hear the alienated yet articulate voice of the creature himself. In addition, I admired the equally artful way the novel moves backward through the same frames until we again reach the arctic landscape which is the scene of the novel's beginning...and its end.
This time through, I was particularly struck with how Mary must have been influenced by the novels of her father. The relentless hounding of one man by another who feels his life has been poisoned by that man's irresponsible curiosity is a theme taken straight out of Godwin's Caleb Williams, and the cautionary account of a monomaniac who gradually deprives himself of the satisfactions of family, friends and love in pursuit of an intellectual ideal is reminiscent of the alchemist of St. Leon. Her prose also is like her father's in her ability to make delicate philosophical distinctions and express abstract ideas, but she is a much better writer than he: her sentences are more elegant and disciplined, and her descriptive details more aptly chosen and her scenes more effectively realized.
The conclusion of the novel seems hasty and incomplete, but perhaps that is because the concept of Frankenstein is so revolutionary that no conclusion could have seemed satisfactory. At any rate, this fine novel has given birth to a host of descendants, and鈥攗nlike Victor Frankenstein鈥攊s a worthy parent of its many diverse creations.
October 17, 2017
This was awesome. I listened to an audiobook on YouTube (as it is under the public domain). You can find it here: . It was great. The narrator did a great job of building the atmosphere and excitement in the story. I always love reading the original stories behind some very iconic pop culture figures. Frankenstein is obviously incredibly popular. It was great to read and do a little bit of a personal independent study on (major nerd here). The perfect Halloween read!
June 22, 2023
隆Lo disfrut茅 mucho m谩s de lo que esperaba! Todo el tiempo me mantuvo intrigada y, sorprendentemente, no me esperaba nada de lo que pas贸, no ten铆a idea de c贸mo iba a desarrollarse la historia.
December 26, 2022
Let麓s sew some bodyparts together
Creating life has never been so disgusting
And it started an avalanche of fantasy, horror, and sci fi ideas on how to best pimp one's corpse, zombie, alien parasite, etc. Before Frankenstein, there has always been the idea of resurrecting the dead, something comparable to the concept of creating life out of a modular system with different parts lego style. That麓s the
Underlying ethical, philosophical part
Besides faith, there is an open question about identity, soul, consciousness, and especially death. Something so deeply build into our fragile flesh systems that it freaks us out each time we are confronted with it. Thinking about the implications is what Frankenstein is about, mixed with
Borderline science and the question of who is really evil
Mad scientists are certainly as old as time, although I can麓t choose if a crazy priest vivisecting human sacrifices is cooler than a Star Wars/Trek antagonist letting robots and AI do all the dirty work. However, it often seems as if the creature, monster, or 眉bermensch created was the truly terrible thing and not the people sponsoring this stuff. By contrasting this with the monster Shelley gives a
Crash course in morality
That麓s something ignored and misunderstood in many interpretations and new variations, because it has much to do with one's ideology. A reason for that might be that it麓s much easier to create a stereotypical work without much depth than to show the complex inner lives of all protagonists and antagonists.
Integrating this element opens up many ethical implications regarding who the real monster is, leading to
Too many open questions that can麓t be answered easily
So instead of being an action filled or thrilling horror fantasy novel, Frankenstein is much deeper than one would expect. Because, honestly, didn麓t many people reading it expect something like a typical horror novel and were surprised by the density of wtf moments letting one stop reading to question humanities and life itself?
Tropes show how literature is conceptualized and created and which mixture of elements makes works and genres unique:
Creating life has never been so disgusting
And it started an avalanche of fantasy, horror, and sci fi ideas on how to best pimp one's corpse, zombie, alien parasite, etc. Before Frankenstein, there has always been the idea of resurrecting the dead, something comparable to the concept of creating life out of a modular system with different parts lego style. That麓s the
Underlying ethical, philosophical part
Besides faith, there is an open question about identity, soul, consciousness, and especially death. Something so deeply build into our fragile flesh systems that it freaks us out each time we are confronted with it. Thinking about the implications is what Frankenstein is about, mixed with
Borderline science and the question of who is really evil
Mad scientists are certainly as old as time, although I can麓t choose if a crazy priest vivisecting human sacrifices is cooler than a Star Wars/Trek antagonist letting robots and AI do all the dirty work. However, it often seems as if the creature, monster, or 眉bermensch created was the truly terrible thing and not the people sponsoring this stuff. By contrasting this with the monster Shelley gives a
Crash course in morality
That麓s something ignored and misunderstood in many interpretations and new variations, because it has much to do with one's ideology. A reason for that might be that it麓s much easier to create a stereotypical work without much depth than to show the complex inner lives of all protagonists and antagonists.
Integrating this element opens up many ethical implications regarding who the real monster is, leading to
Too many open questions that can麓t be answered easily
So instead of being an action filled or thrilling horror fantasy novel, Frankenstein is much deeper than one would expect. Because, honestly, didn麓t many people reading it expect something like a typical horror novel and were surprised by the density of wtf moments letting one stop reading to question humanities and life itself?
Tropes show how literature is conceptualized and created and which mixture of elements makes works and genres unique:
August 3, 2022
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March 15, 2022
All I have to say for this book is: it's ok, Franky, I understand you bb.
Guys, I can change him (tucks hair behind ear).
adam4ever! (if you know, you know ;)
watch the discussion for The Late Night Book Club:
4 STARS
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Guys, I can change him (tucks hair behind ear).
adam4ever! (if you know, you know ;)
watch the discussion for The Late Night Book Club:
4 STARS
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September 10, 2018
REREAD UPDATE - September 2018:
One of my bookclubs (Click to check out Reading List Completists) is reading this for September 2018. I figure it was a good time for a reread since it was one of my favorites and it has been over 20 years since I read it.
I did enjoy it again this time and it stands up to the 5 star review and designation of classic. There were a few slow parts - mainly when Dr. Frankenstein would stop the narrative to wax poetical about something - but, not enough t take a way from my overall enjoyment.
I still recommend this for everyone and be sure to check out my full original review below.
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
This is definitely one of my favorite books I was required to read in High School. Also, it is my favorite of the classic horror novels. It is perfectly written, suspenseful, and is a bit more thought provoking than scary. One of the best ways I can compare it to other classic horror novels is to Dracula - which I read recently. Dracula has so much repetitive filler that you do not find in Frankenstein, which is the main reason I find Frankenstein to be a more enjoyable book.
Also, I would say that this is more a novel of the human condition than an actual horror novel. Some terrifying things happen, but it is the monster within all of us that may end up being more terrifying!
Funny side story: when I read this in High School, it was around the same time that the Kenneth Branaugh adaptation came out at the theaters. We were all encouraged to go see it and found it pretty close to the source material. What was amusing was that Time Magazine had a review of the movie bashing it as untrue to the source material and how disappointed Shelley would be that the Boris Karlovian depiction of a lurching, flattop monster with bolts in its neck was ignored for a more serious drama movie. WHAT!? Time Magazine, for goodness sakes, published an article that claims to know the content of the book but is completely wrong and does it while bashing a movie that did a pretty good job with it!? I mean, it it is okay if you prefer the old time movie version of Frankenstein - and it is a classic - but to make definitive statements that are completely wrong in what is supposed to be a well thought of publication (not your typical tabloid supermarket checkout fodder), that is just too much!
We need a copy editor over here!
One of my bookclubs (Click to check out Reading List Completists) is reading this for September 2018. I figure it was a good time for a reread since it was one of my favorites and it has been over 20 years since I read it.
I did enjoy it again this time and it stands up to the 5 star review and designation of classic. There were a few slow parts - mainly when Dr. Frankenstein would stop the narrative to wax poetical about something - but, not enough t take a way from my overall enjoyment.
I still recommend this for everyone and be sure to check out my full original review below.
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
This is definitely one of my favorite books I was required to read in High School. Also, it is my favorite of the classic horror novels. It is perfectly written, suspenseful, and is a bit more thought provoking than scary. One of the best ways I can compare it to other classic horror novels is to Dracula - which I read recently. Dracula has so much repetitive filler that you do not find in Frankenstein, which is the main reason I find Frankenstein to be a more enjoyable book.
Also, I would say that this is more a novel of the human condition than an actual horror novel. Some terrifying things happen, but it is the monster within all of us that may end up being more terrifying!
Funny side story: when I read this in High School, it was around the same time that the Kenneth Branaugh adaptation came out at the theaters. We were all encouraged to go see it and found it pretty close to the source material. What was amusing was that Time Magazine had a review of the movie bashing it as untrue to the source material and how disappointed Shelley would be that the Boris Karlovian depiction of a lurching, flattop monster with bolts in its neck was ignored for a more serious drama movie. WHAT!? Time Magazine, for goodness sakes, published an article that claims to know the content of the book but is completely wrong and does it while bashing a movie that did a pretty good job with it!? I mean, it it is okay if you prefer the old time movie version of Frankenstein - and it is a classic - but to make definitive statements that are completely wrong in what is supposed to be a well thought of publication (not your typical tabloid supermarket checkout fodder), that is just too much!
We need a copy editor over here!
February 16, 2016
Mucho se ha hablado de Frankenstein. Se interpreta como una cr铆tica al desarrollo cient铆fico, cuando este sobrepasa el curso natural de las cosas; se interpreta como una cr铆tica a la religi贸n y nuestra relaci贸n con Dios; hasta se ha dicho que es una alegor铆a a los miedos que surgen durante un embarazo. Todas estas lecturas probablemente sean correctas, pero omiten lo m谩s b谩sico. Lo que hace a Frankenstein una obra atiborrada de humanidad, con interpolaciones que abordan la desventura a trav茅s de la complejidad de tres voces que derraman soledad y melancol铆a.
Si intentara tratar a Frankenstein desde lo m谩s superficial, acabar铆a hablando sobre la profundidad del esp铆ritu humano y los peligros que conlleva un uso desmedido de sus facultades cognitivas o la influencia del sentimiento en sus actos. No se puede discutir este t铆tulo sin penetrar en lo m谩s reflexivo de nuestra naturaleza. Frankenstein, en su perfil m谩s somero, abarca temas que atraviesan la columna vertebral de lo que nos hace seres en constante conflicto de moralidades y en una interminable b煤squeda por pertenecer y ser reconocidos, como asimismo incluye el derecho a ser amados por al menos alguien en la vida.
A partir de un an谩lisis ligero, Frankenstein trata la venganza y el abandono. Son las dos cuestiones principales que hacen esta historia una historia con movimiento. La venganza desde el arrebato y la venganza desde el rechazo. Tambi茅n cabe destacar que es admirable la caracterizaci贸n del Creador y su Criatura, y sus interminables pugnas por qui茅n posee la m谩s da帽ina amenaza; ya que, si lo vemos de esa forma, y teniendo en cuenta la completa implicaci贸n de las circunstancias en la novela, 驴qu茅 es m谩s nocivo, el rechazo injustificado o el asesinato como consecuencia de una iniquidad anterior?
La denominada Criatura, Demonio, Engendro o Monstruo es de los personajes m谩s humanos con los que me he topado. Es suntuosa la carga emotiva, el abigarramiento en el interior de un ser que fue engendrado por ciencia mal utilizada. Un v铆nculo ir贸nico entre un hombre que quer铆a ser dios y un ser que siempre quiso ser hombre. Para m铆 esta es la cr铆tica m谩s punzante de Mary Shelley. Repudia que nos dejemos llevar por las apariencias en vez de detenernos a pensar en lo que estamos haciendo. La egolatr铆a, la soberbia y el prejuicio son lo m谩s lamentable de nuestra conducta como humanidad, y esas condiciones danzaron alrededor del llamado Monstruo y acabaron destruyendo la bondad m谩s pura, que, pr谩cticamente, ni hab铆a llegado a florecer.
No voy a omitir la prosa, que acompa帽a a la perfecci贸n la calidad de este libro. No hay mejor pluma que la que te abraza y te lleva consigo en un viaje por el tiempo y el espacio hacia su historia. Mientras le铆a Frankenstein, me sent铆a all铆, junto a V铆ctor y a su Criatura, percib铆a la realidad que me rodeaba como falsa, como un pobre bosquejo de lo que estaba leyendo, y cre铆a que mi pertenencia radicaba en el siglo XVII. La ambientaci贸n de Shelley es tan estupenda que fue capaz de sobrepasar los l铆mites de la narrativa e invadir el mundo real. Excelente trabajo de la autora. Su estilo de escritura es de los puntos m谩s fuertes del texto.
Frankenstein se ha transformado en una de mis obras favoritas. Su retrato de la soledad, el aislamiento forzado, la p茅rdida y la derrota es sublime. Un relato que se construye sobre lo emocional y que tiene sus ra铆ces en lo m谩s hondo del alma humana.
Si intentara tratar a Frankenstein desde lo m谩s superficial, acabar铆a hablando sobre la profundidad del esp铆ritu humano y los peligros que conlleva un uso desmedido de sus facultades cognitivas o la influencia del sentimiento en sus actos. No se puede discutir este t铆tulo sin penetrar en lo m谩s reflexivo de nuestra naturaleza. Frankenstein, en su perfil m谩s somero, abarca temas que atraviesan la columna vertebral de lo que nos hace seres en constante conflicto de moralidades y en una interminable b煤squeda por pertenecer y ser reconocidos, como asimismo incluye el derecho a ser amados por al menos alguien en la vida.
A partir de un an谩lisis ligero, Frankenstein trata la venganza y el abandono. Son las dos cuestiones principales que hacen esta historia una historia con movimiento. La venganza desde el arrebato y la venganza desde el rechazo. Tambi茅n cabe destacar que es admirable la caracterizaci贸n del Creador y su Criatura, y sus interminables pugnas por qui茅n posee la m谩s da帽ina amenaza; ya que, si lo vemos de esa forma, y teniendo en cuenta la completa implicaci贸n de las circunstancias en la novela, 驴qu茅 es m谩s nocivo, el rechazo injustificado o el asesinato como consecuencia de una iniquidad anterior?
La denominada Criatura, Demonio, Engendro o Monstruo es de los personajes m谩s humanos con los que me he topado. Es suntuosa la carga emotiva, el abigarramiento en el interior de un ser que fue engendrado por ciencia mal utilizada. Un v铆nculo ir贸nico entre un hombre que quer铆a ser dios y un ser que siempre quiso ser hombre. Para m铆 esta es la cr铆tica m谩s punzante de Mary Shelley. Repudia que nos dejemos llevar por las apariencias en vez de detenernos a pensar en lo que estamos haciendo. La egolatr铆a, la soberbia y el prejuicio son lo m谩s lamentable de nuestra conducta como humanidad, y esas condiciones danzaron alrededor del llamado Monstruo y acabaron destruyendo la bondad m谩s pura, que, pr谩cticamente, ni hab铆a llegado a florecer.
No voy a omitir la prosa, que acompa帽a a la perfecci贸n la calidad de este libro. No hay mejor pluma que la que te abraza y te lleva consigo en un viaje por el tiempo y el espacio hacia su historia. Mientras le铆a Frankenstein, me sent铆a all铆, junto a V铆ctor y a su Criatura, percib铆a la realidad que me rodeaba como falsa, como un pobre bosquejo de lo que estaba leyendo, y cre铆a que mi pertenencia radicaba en el siglo XVII. La ambientaci贸n de Shelley es tan estupenda que fue capaz de sobrepasar los l铆mites de la narrativa e invadir el mundo real. Excelente trabajo de la autora. Su estilo de escritura es de los puntos m谩s fuertes del texto.
Frankenstein se ha transformado en una de mis obras favoritas. Su retrato de la soledad, el aislamiento forzado, la p茅rdida y la derrota es sublime. Un relato que se construye sobre lo emocional y que tiene sus ra铆ces en lo m谩s hondo del alma humana.
December 4, 2022
LA MELODIA DEL DOLORE
Ecco il primo Frankenstein della storia del cinema: 1910, 猫 un cortometraggio muto, americano, regia di James, Searley Dawley.
Sono passati duecento anni, due secoli tra questo 2018 e quella notte del 1818.
Sono la tua creatura, ricordalo: avrei dovuto essere il tuo Adamo, e sono invece l鈥檃ngelo caduto che tu hai allontanato dalla gioia senza colpa alcuna da parte sua.
Dieci anni dopo, 1920, sempre epoca di cinema muto, il primo Frankenstein italiano: la regia 猫 di Eugenio Testa, Umberto Guarracino interpreta il Mostro (questo 猫 l鈥檜nico fotogramma sopravvissuto del film).
Non si pu貌 dire che Mary Shelley sia nata sotto i migliori auspici.
Figlia dei due pi霉 grandi uomini del loro tempo (definizione che credo sia di Mario Praz), la madre Mary Wollstonecraft, probabilmente la prima femminista della storia, e il padre William Godwin, intellettuale e filosofo radicale, la futura signora Shelley nacque il 30 agosto al posto del figlio maschio che era atteso e per il quale era gi脿 pronto il nome di William junior.
Il 30 agosto venne alla luce Mary, la madre si ammal貌, dieci giorni di febbre, e, il 10 settembre mor矛.
Segno indelebile sulla piccola Mary che probabilmente da questo momento acquist貌 la predisposizione al dolore e la sensibilit脿 esasperata. Una storia pi霉 romantica d鈥檕gni possibile romanzo, come Mary stessa defin矛 la sua vita.
Sembra che ogni giorno si recasse sulla tomba della madre: a piangere, ma a sedici anni anche a promettere amore eterno al suo principe, o meglio, al suo poeta azzurro, Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Il Frankenstein che ha cambiato la storia: 1931, regia di James Whale, cos矛 appare Boris Karloff nei panni della creatura dopo quattro ore quotidiane di trucco. Da qui in avanti l鈥檃spetto fisico del mostro si rifar脿 a questo modello.
Per continuare sul terreno fecondo alla sua narrativa impregnata di sorrowful mood, Mary a 19 anni ha gi脿 perso la prima figlia, dopo solo un mese dalla nascita; partorisce un maschio, che muore a tre anni; ha un鈥檃ltra femmina, che muore a un anno.
Pi霉 o meno nello stesso periodo, la sorella maggiore Fanny, figlia di padre diverso, si suicida con il laudano. Nel giro di poco si suicida anche la prima moglie di Shelley, preparando cos矛 la strada al matrimonio tra la scrittrice e il poeta.
Mary riusc矛 a seppellire anche il suo amato Percy, che mor矛 annegato.
Il romanzo di Polidori fu scritto contemporaneamente a quello della Shelley.
脠 proprio in questo arco di tempo, segnato da morte e suicidio (tutte morti premature, se esiste un tipo di morte che non lo sia), che Mary Shelley partorisce il suo romanzo pi霉 famoso, Frankenstein, or, the modern Prometheus, tra il 1816 e il 1817, tra i diciannove e i venti anni (fu pubblicato nel 1818).
La genesi 猫 aneddoto piuttosto noto: Mary 猫 convinta da sua sorella Claire (Clairmont: stessa madre ma padre differente), che all鈥檈poca era l鈥檃mate di Lord Byron, a seguirla a Ginevra dove affittano Villa Diodati. La comitiva 猫 composta da Mary e Shelley, Claire e Byron, il medico e scrittore John Polidori. Tempo piovoso, fu l鈥檃nno definito 鈥渟enza estate鈥�, gli amici leggono molto, soprattutto storie tedesche di fantasmi e il Paradiso Perduto di John Milton. Alla fine (solo tre giorni), Mary produce il Frankenstein, Byron frammenti di un romanzo, e Polidori Il Vampiro, il primo vampiro moderno.
La versione cinematografica che trovo pi霉 prossima al romanzo della Shelley 猫 questa, del 1994: regia di Kenneth Branagh, Robert De Niro interpreta la mostruosa creatura.
Si direbbe che Mary tolga la vita a chi la genera (la morte di parto di sua madre) e generi chi in vita non sa restare (i tre figli): nascere 猫 direttamente collegato al morire, che col Frankenstein diventa assassinio.
E Mary si sente contemporaneamente sia il creatore Frankenstein che la mostruosa creatura: Victor Frankenstein, lo scienziato e costruttore impegnato a riprodurre la vita (dalla morte, servendosi di parti di persone gi脿 morte) rifiuta la creatura che ha messo al mondo, e la creatura rifiutata si trasforma in agente di distruzione e morte, con metodo, ostinazione, e si direbbe quasi passione, si impegna a distruggere la famiglia del suo autore.
Nel senso che, se la famiglia non lo vuole, il neonato (di dimensioni e proporzioni mostruose) eliminer脿 la famiglia.
Kenneth Branagh, regista e interprete, nei panni (pantaloni) del dottor Victor Frankenstein.
Viene da rintracciare una genesi del pensiero materno in materia di femminilit脿 nel rifiuto della creatura al momento del concepimento: invece di provare affetto in qualche modo 鈥榩aterno鈥�, Frankenstein classifica la sua creazione come mostruosa sulla base del solo aspetto fisico e la respinge immediatamente (rifiuta, rinnega鈥�).
Eppure il 鈥榥eonato鈥� non pu貌 essere malvagio fin dal primo momento, non pu貌 essere nato cattivo.
Ed ecco qui a confronto la creatura e il suo creatore, Frankenstein/Branagh e Mostro/De Niro.
Victor Frankenstein, medico e scienziato, 猫 il moderno Prometeo: che ruba il fuoco della vita, ruba la vita alla stessa morte: la materia morta si trasforma in energia viva. Orrenda metamorfosi!
Ma se 猫 Frankenstein a sfidare dio, 猫 sulla creatura che si scatena la punizione divina!
脠 la stessa Shelley a essere, per cos矛 dire, schizofrenica con i suoi due personaggi: per quanto il lettore dovrebbe tifare in automatico per la creatura che 猫 innocente, 猫 una tabula rasa, dato che 猫 appena nata, e certo non responsabile della sua nascita (come non lo 猫 nessun figlio), la Shelley ci spinge (forse perfino di pi霉) a prendere le parti del dottor Frankenstein, ci vuol convincere che la creatura 猫 un mostro prima di tutto per il suo aspetto fisico (brutta, antiestetica).
Jekyll e Hyde con settanta anni d鈥檃nticipo.
Non poteva mancare il capolavoro, 鈥測oung Frankenstein鈥� di Mel Brooks (1974). Qui, Aigor 鈥渁ppena morto鈥�.
Ma 猫 un mostro umano, probabilmente il primo, e sin dalla sua prima apparizione il terrore si mescola alla compassione, perch茅 la Creatura, che ruba il nome al suo creatore diventando Frankenstein tout court, 猫 da subito un infelice, una vittima, un diverso, qualcuno con cui possiamo identificarci.
Talmente umano da diventare sovrumano: la sua dimensione sessuale 猫 elemento di curiosit脿 e attrazione, almeno sullo schermo. Si pensi a Udo Kier che si accoppia con Dalila Di Lazzaro in Il mostro 猫 in tavola, barone Frankenstein prodotto da Andy Warhol, oppure ad Aldo Maccione macho trash in Frankenstein all鈥檌taliana, al Frank-N-Furter in gu锚pi猫re e paillettes in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, o al tenerissimo mostro creatura di Mel Brooks dotato di grosso schwanzstuck.
Creatore e creatura, padre e figlio, Gene Wilder e Peter Boyle.
Tutti gli uomini odiano gli sciagurati. Quanto allora devo essere odiato io, di gran lunga il pi霉 miserabile tra gli esseri viventi. Pure tu, mio creatore, detesti e disprezzi me, tua creatura, a cui sei legato da vincoli che solo l鈥檃nnientamento di uno di noi pu貌 sciogliere.
PS
I film dove compare Frankenstein, o meglio, la sua creatura, il Mostro, sono decine, io ne ho contati oltre settanta, incluse le parodie (su tutte, Frankenstein Jr), i cross-over (Frankenstein contro l鈥橴omo Lupo) , le parodie cross-over (Fracchia contro Dracula).
Tim Curry indimenticabile Dr Frank-N-Furter in the 鈥淩ocky Horror Picture Show鈥�, il primo artefice bisessuale della 鈥渃reatura鈥�.
Ecco il primo Frankenstein della storia del cinema: 1910, 猫 un cortometraggio muto, americano, regia di James, Searley Dawley.
Sono passati duecento anni, due secoli tra questo 2018 e quella notte del 1818.
Sono la tua creatura, ricordalo: avrei dovuto essere il tuo Adamo, e sono invece l鈥檃ngelo caduto che tu hai allontanato dalla gioia senza colpa alcuna da parte sua.
Dieci anni dopo, 1920, sempre epoca di cinema muto, il primo Frankenstein italiano: la regia 猫 di Eugenio Testa, Umberto Guarracino interpreta il Mostro (questo 猫 l鈥檜nico fotogramma sopravvissuto del film).
Non si pu貌 dire che Mary Shelley sia nata sotto i migliori auspici.
Figlia dei due pi霉 grandi uomini del loro tempo (definizione che credo sia di Mario Praz), la madre Mary Wollstonecraft, probabilmente la prima femminista della storia, e il padre William Godwin, intellettuale e filosofo radicale, la futura signora Shelley nacque il 30 agosto al posto del figlio maschio che era atteso e per il quale era gi脿 pronto il nome di William junior.
Il 30 agosto venne alla luce Mary, la madre si ammal貌, dieci giorni di febbre, e, il 10 settembre mor矛.
Segno indelebile sulla piccola Mary che probabilmente da questo momento acquist貌 la predisposizione al dolore e la sensibilit脿 esasperata. Una storia pi霉 romantica d鈥檕gni possibile romanzo, come Mary stessa defin矛 la sua vita.
Sembra che ogni giorno si recasse sulla tomba della madre: a piangere, ma a sedici anni anche a promettere amore eterno al suo principe, o meglio, al suo poeta azzurro, Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Il Frankenstein che ha cambiato la storia: 1931, regia di James Whale, cos矛 appare Boris Karloff nei panni della creatura dopo quattro ore quotidiane di trucco. Da qui in avanti l鈥檃spetto fisico del mostro si rifar脿 a questo modello.
Per continuare sul terreno fecondo alla sua narrativa impregnata di sorrowful mood, Mary a 19 anni ha gi脿 perso la prima figlia, dopo solo un mese dalla nascita; partorisce un maschio, che muore a tre anni; ha un鈥檃ltra femmina, che muore a un anno.
Pi霉 o meno nello stesso periodo, la sorella maggiore Fanny, figlia di padre diverso, si suicida con il laudano. Nel giro di poco si suicida anche la prima moglie di Shelley, preparando cos矛 la strada al matrimonio tra la scrittrice e il poeta.
Mary riusc矛 a seppellire anche il suo amato Percy, che mor矛 annegato.
Il romanzo di Polidori fu scritto contemporaneamente a quello della Shelley.
脠 proprio in questo arco di tempo, segnato da morte e suicidio (tutte morti premature, se esiste un tipo di morte che non lo sia), che Mary Shelley partorisce il suo romanzo pi霉 famoso, Frankenstein, or, the modern Prometheus, tra il 1816 e il 1817, tra i diciannove e i venti anni (fu pubblicato nel 1818).
La genesi 猫 aneddoto piuttosto noto: Mary 猫 convinta da sua sorella Claire (Clairmont: stessa madre ma padre differente), che all鈥檈poca era l鈥檃mate di Lord Byron, a seguirla a Ginevra dove affittano Villa Diodati. La comitiva 猫 composta da Mary e Shelley, Claire e Byron, il medico e scrittore John Polidori. Tempo piovoso, fu l鈥檃nno definito 鈥渟enza estate鈥�, gli amici leggono molto, soprattutto storie tedesche di fantasmi e il Paradiso Perduto di John Milton. Alla fine (solo tre giorni), Mary produce il Frankenstein, Byron frammenti di un romanzo, e Polidori Il Vampiro, il primo vampiro moderno.
La versione cinematografica che trovo pi霉 prossima al romanzo della Shelley 猫 questa, del 1994: regia di Kenneth Branagh, Robert De Niro interpreta la mostruosa creatura.
Si direbbe che Mary tolga la vita a chi la genera (la morte di parto di sua madre) e generi chi in vita non sa restare (i tre figli): nascere 猫 direttamente collegato al morire, che col Frankenstein diventa assassinio.
E Mary si sente contemporaneamente sia il creatore Frankenstein che la mostruosa creatura: Victor Frankenstein, lo scienziato e costruttore impegnato a riprodurre la vita (dalla morte, servendosi di parti di persone gi脿 morte) rifiuta la creatura che ha messo al mondo, e la creatura rifiutata si trasforma in agente di distruzione e morte, con metodo, ostinazione, e si direbbe quasi passione, si impegna a distruggere la famiglia del suo autore.
Nel senso che, se la famiglia non lo vuole, il neonato (di dimensioni e proporzioni mostruose) eliminer脿 la famiglia.
Kenneth Branagh, regista e interprete, nei panni (pantaloni) del dottor Victor Frankenstein.
Viene da rintracciare una genesi del pensiero materno in materia di femminilit脿 nel rifiuto della creatura al momento del concepimento: invece di provare affetto in qualche modo 鈥榩aterno鈥�, Frankenstein classifica la sua creazione come mostruosa sulla base del solo aspetto fisico e la respinge immediatamente (rifiuta, rinnega鈥�).
Eppure il 鈥榥eonato鈥� non pu貌 essere malvagio fin dal primo momento, non pu貌 essere nato cattivo.
Ed ecco qui a confronto la creatura e il suo creatore, Frankenstein/Branagh e Mostro/De Niro.
Victor Frankenstein, medico e scienziato, 猫 il moderno Prometeo: che ruba il fuoco della vita, ruba la vita alla stessa morte: la materia morta si trasforma in energia viva. Orrenda metamorfosi!
Ma se 猫 Frankenstein a sfidare dio, 猫 sulla creatura che si scatena la punizione divina!
脠 la stessa Shelley a essere, per cos矛 dire, schizofrenica con i suoi due personaggi: per quanto il lettore dovrebbe tifare in automatico per la creatura che 猫 innocente, 猫 una tabula rasa, dato che 猫 appena nata, e certo non responsabile della sua nascita (come non lo 猫 nessun figlio), la Shelley ci spinge (forse perfino di pi霉) a prendere le parti del dottor Frankenstein, ci vuol convincere che la creatura 猫 un mostro prima di tutto per il suo aspetto fisico (brutta, antiestetica).
Jekyll e Hyde con settanta anni d鈥檃nticipo.
Non poteva mancare il capolavoro, 鈥測oung Frankenstein鈥� di Mel Brooks (1974). Qui, Aigor 鈥渁ppena morto鈥�.
Ma 猫 un mostro umano, probabilmente il primo, e sin dalla sua prima apparizione il terrore si mescola alla compassione, perch茅 la Creatura, che ruba il nome al suo creatore diventando Frankenstein tout court, 猫 da subito un infelice, una vittima, un diverso, qualcuno con cui possiamo identificarci.
Talmente umano da diventare sovrumano: la sua dimensione sessuale 猫 elemento di curiosit脿 e attrazione, almeno sullo schermo. Si pensi a Udo Kier che si accoppia con Dalila Di Lazzaro in Il mostro 猫 in tavola, barone Frankenstein prodotto da Andy Warhol, oppure ad Aldo Maccione macho trash in Frankenstein all鈥檌taliana, al Frank-N-Furter in gu锚pi猫re e paillettes in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, o al tenerissimo mostro creatura di Mel Brooks dotato di grosso schwanzstuck.
Creatore e creatura, padre e figlio, Gene Wilder e Peter Boyle.
Tutti gli uomini odiano gli sciagurati. Quanto allora devo essere odiato io, di gran lunga il pi霉 miserabile tra gli esseri viventi. Pure tu, mio creatore, detesti e disprezzi me, tua creatura, a cui sei legato da vincoli che solo l鈥檃nnientamento di uno di noi pu貌 sciogliere.
PS
I film dove compare Frankenstein, o meglio, la sua creatura, il Mostro, sono decine, io ne ho contati oltre settanta, incluse le parodie (su tutte, Frankenstein Jr), i cross-over (Frankenstein contro l鈥橴omo Lupo) , le parodie cross-over (Fracchia contro Dracula).
Tim Curry indimenticabile Dr Frank-N-Furter in the 鈥淩ocky Horror Picture Show鈥�, il primo artefice bisessuale della 鈥渃reatura鈥�.
February 11, 2025
Sometimes, literature stands for little. The Tambora volcano eruption in 1815 completely changed Europe's climate, particularly between 1816 and 1817. It led to almost glacial periods in the Alps. Around this time, friends Shelley and Byron traveled around Switzerland on vacation. The lousy weather obliges them to often remain secluded in their chalet, with, like a favorite pastime, to invent extraordinary stories. During one of these evenings, it would be born, from the imagination of Mary Shelley, the character of Frankenstein and his creature - feeding on romantic, gothic, and fantastic literature, with the scientific spirit in vogue at the time of the early 19th century. It continued to polish the plot with the help of Percy Shelley. He then relayed by cinema and the high physics of Boris Karloff. And this is how a myth is born!
What remains today of good literary work? The plot is very moralizing. Like Prometheus, can a man play the Demiurge? The good feelings, the good, and the bad repeated to excess weigh down the story. Too many lengths on existential themes harm the action. From my point of view, this romanticism no longer passes for today's reader.
Following the protagonists' wanderings, the story provides a glimpse of Europe during the pivotal period between the 18th and 19th centuries, harmonious and fascinating descriptions of majestic landscapes, and a plot that retains an individual interest despite everything.
To read to immerse yourself in the times.
What remains today of good literary work? The plot is very moralizing. Like Prometheus, can a man play the Demiurge? The good feelings, the good, and the bad repeated to excess weigh down the story. Too many lengths on existential themes harm the action. From my point of view, this romanticism no longer passes for today's reader.
Following the protagonists' wanderings, the story provides a glimpse of Europe during the pivotal period between the 18th and 19th centuries, harmonious and fascinating descriptions of majestic landscapes, and a plot that retains an individual interest despite everything.
To read to immerse yourself in the times.
August 29, 2015
I have a favourite Kate Beaton strip framed up in our book room:
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Mary was 鈥� what? 鈥� eighteen years old when she went on this famous holiday to Lake Geneva with Percy Bysshe Shelley and Byron and Byron's physician. She was calling herself 鈥楳rs Shelley鈥�, though they had not yet married 鈥� Percy was still married to someone else.
The surroundings were familiar. The last time Mary and Percy had come to Switzerland had been during their elopement a couple of years earlier, accompanied by her sister, who was also in love with him; Mary had got pregnant, but the baby girl was born prematurely and died in February 1815. Now they were back, trying to put the past behind them and enjoy a holiday with Byron, who at the time was sleeping with Mary's stepsister. Percy's first wife would soon be out of the picture, found drowned in the Serpentine in an 鈥榓dvanced state of pregnancy鈥� before the year was out. Mary's other sister Fanny also drowned herself that year, 1816, also pining for Percy.
So it was in the midst of this complex love-dodecahedron that the holidaymakers, their festive plans foiled by constant rain, held their famous competition to write a ghost story. The result is something very different from its image in popular culture. Instead of the smoke of Victorian London, we have the Swiss Alps and the Orkney Islands; instead of Igor and bolts through the neck, we have meditations on personal autonomy, scientific responsibility and eugenics.
Frankenstein is overwritten and the narrative structure is a bit odd 鈥� she was still a teenager when she wrote it, let's not forget 鈥� but thematically, it's fascinating. I'm surprised by how few reviews I've read touch on what seems to me to be the intensely female experiences that it obliquely comments on. The confusion of bringing a creature into the world only to feel horror and revulsion towards it. The stress of releasing it into a hostile and uncaring world. And perhaps most of all, the deep sympathy shown with someone who feels that their body is not their own, that it is somehow owned and regulated by others. A body that one is taught by society to hate. The monster's feelings are unimportant, because he was created by a man for the man's own gratification.
Mary quotes her beloved Percy Bysshe Shelley, unattributively, when Dr Frankenstein first spots his creature up on the Mer de Glace. She uses the final two stanzas from 鈥楳utability鈥�. For me though it's the beautiful first stanza that better expresses the ferocious intensity of Mary and her circle of friends and lovers, surrounded as they all seemed to be by imminent, premature death:
As they all were. But the writing they left behind will last as long as English literature is read, and for all of its problems Frankenstein is among that select group.
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Mary was 鈥� what? 鈥� eighteen years old when she went on this famous holiday to Lake Geneva with Percy Bysshe Shelley and Byron and Byron's physician. She was calling herself 鈥楳rs Shelley鈥�, though they had not yet married 鈥� Percy was still married to someone else.
The surroundings were familiar. The last time Mary and Percy had come to Switzerland had been during their elopement a couple of years earlier, accompanied by her sister, who was also in love with him; Mary had got pregnant, but the baby girl was born prematurely and died in February 1815. Now they were back, trying to put the past behind them and enjoy a holiday with Byron, who at the time was sleeping with Mary's stepsister. Percy's first wife would soon be out of the picture, found drowned in the Serpentine in an 鈥榓dvanced state of pregnancy鈥� before the year was out. Mary's other sister Fanny also drowned herself that year, 1816, also pining for Percy.
So it was in the midst of this complex love-dodecahedron that the holidaymakers, their festive plans foiled by constant rain, held their famous competition to write a ghost story. The result is something very different from its image in popular culture. Instead of the smoke of Victorian London, we have the Swiss Alps and the Orkney Islands; instead of Igor and bolts through the neck, we have meditations on personal autonomy, scientific responsibility and eugenics.
Frankenstein is overwritten and the narrative structure is a bit odd 鈥� she was still a teenager when she wrote it, let's not forget 鈥� but thematically, it's fascinating. I'm surprised by how few reviews I've read touch on what seems to me to be the intensely female experiences that it obliquely comments on. The confusion of bringing a creature into the world only to feel horror and revulsion towards it. The stress of releasing it into a hostile and uncaring world. And perhaps most of all, the deep sympathy shown with someone who feels that their body is not their own, that it is somehow owned and regulated by others. A body that one is taught by society to hate. The monster's feelings are unimportant, because he was created by a man for the man's own gratification.
Mary quotes her beloved Percy Bysshe Shelley, unattributively, when Dr Frankenstein first spots his creature up on the Mer de Glace. She uses the final two stanzas from 鈥楳utability鈥�. For me though it's the beautiful first stanza that better expresses the ferocious intensity of Mary and her circle of friends and lovers, surrounded as they all seemed to be by imminent, premature death:
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
听听听听How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!鈥攜et soon
听听听听Night closes round, and they are lost forever鈥�
As they all were. But the writing they left behind will last as long as English literature is read, and for all of its problems Frankenstein is among that select group.
September 22, 2023
鈥淚t was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs鈥︹€�
- Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Frankenstein is a marvelous example of a book that escaped from its author and took on an entirely new existence beyond the boundaries of the page. There is an elegant symmetry to this. After all, the novel concerns a 鈥渕onster鈥� or 鈥渄aemon鈥� that slips away from its creator, the scientist Victor Frankenstein, to cause havoc in the world.
Today, when we think of Frankenstein 鈥� or more accurately, about scientist Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 never-named creature 鈥� we are likely imagining something other than the somewhat vaguely-described human-ish thing in Mary Shelley鈥檚 1818 horror classic. Unmoored from its literary roots, the Frankenstein鈥檚 monster we call forth in our minds is probably closer in conception to Boris Karloff鈥檚 famous version from the 1930s: square-headed and scarred, with metal bolts in the neck. This is a visage that is ubiquitous every October, found in movies, on television, and selling Halloween candy.
Part of the fun of reading Frankenstein is to see how far this cobbled-together man has traveled from Shelley鈥檚 original iteration. Frankly, this was probably the only fun I had, as Frankenstein, for all its bursts of creativity, its sudden flashes of discrete violence, is a bit of a wordy drag. It is fully a piece from the Romantic era, from the overwrought emotional excesses of its characters, to the gorgeous, travelogue-like descriptions of the Alps.
***
According to Shelley 鈥� in an 1831 forward to the revised text 鈥� Frankenstein had its genesis in a spontaneous parlor game between famed wordsmiths, of which she took part. Only eighteen at the time, Shelley was vacationing in Lake Geneva with her husband, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, and the famous Lord Byron. Byron apparently suggested they each write a ghost story, since the weather was too lousy to do much else. Mary Shelley鈥檚 contribution, according to this lore, was Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus. The short story she began in a cold and dispiriting Switzerland eventually became a full-length novel that is currently enjoying a two-hundred year afterlife.
***
As an aside, Shelley鈥檚 life, and her relationship with the doomed Percy, is worth exploring. There is free love, unfounded suggestions that Percy penned Frankenstein, and tragedy aplenty.
***
Frankenstein utilizes an epistolary framing device, both beginning and ending with a series of 鈥渓etters鈥� from an adventurous mariner to his sister. Initially, I was entirely uncertain what these missives had to do with Frankenstein and his monster. As a result, the novel started extremely slow for me, as I found myself reading only a couple pages at a time before losing interest, never really finding the hook. Ultimately 鈥� as you can see 鈥� I pushed through, but it was only much later, when the letters reappear at the end, that everything clicked into place (and I went back and reread the opening gambit).
Once this prelude is out of the way, we begin the main part of the narrative, which is told in the first-person by the emotionally labile Frankenstein. For reasons put down to obsession, young Frankenstein is preoccupied with creating new life. Working alone and in fanatical devotion to his goal, Frankenstein begins assembling his thing:
It does not 鈥� should not 鈥� spoil anything to say that Frankenstein is successful in his endeavors, at least up to a point.
***
The monster or creature or daemon or whatever you鈥檇 like to call it 鈥� just don鈥檛 call it Frankenstein 鈥� comes to life and immediately begins to torment Victor. Unlike the shambling, slow-moving, slow-witted monster of modern pop culture, Shelley鈥檚 creature moves faster than the zombies in 28 Days Later, climbs mountains like Sly Stallone in Cliffhanger, and is an exceptionally advanced autodidact, not only teaching himself to speak, but to read Paradise Lost and Plutarch鈥檚 Lives.
Frankenstein and his monster engage in a globetrotting game of cat-and-mouse, which might have been exciting, if not written in the overly formal, cluttered style of the early nineteenth century. Shelley tells this story broadly, seldom taking any time to build a scene, ratchet up suspense, or pay off a plot arc. Instead, through the excitable, often operatically frantic voice of Frankenstein, we are given broad characters (Elizabeth, for instance, seems to be a forerunner of Dickens鈥檚 saintly 鈥� and boring 鈥� Esther Summerson), unexciting action, and pointedly telegraphed plot points. It says something that the high point of Frankenstein is a story-within-a-story (in true Conradian fashion) told by the monster itself.
Honestly, I have a predisposition against books written in the archaic-feeling style of Frankenstein. It is something I always thought I鈥檇 grow out of as I aged. Alas, it has been two decades since high school, and my bias against writers who use thee and thy still abides.
That is not to say I recommend skipping this novel, because I don鈥檛. I also did not hate it, not by any means. The story works better in summary than in execution, and it requires close attention, but it is a genuine triumph of imagination. It is also far more polished and thematically coherent than Bram Stoker鈥檚 later attempt at Gothic horror (which has also turned out to be undying).
***
Certain books have meanings beyond the composition of sentences and the contours of a storyline. Shelley created something in Frankenstein that has endured for a couple centuries, and will likely live on forever, as long as people read. For that reason 鈥� if not only for that reason 鈥� this classic example of a thinking person鈥檚 horror novel is worth checking out.
- Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Frankenstein is a marvelous example of a book that escaped from its author and took on an entirely new existence beyond the boundaries of the page. There is an elegant symmetry to this. After all, the novel concerns a 鈥渕onster鈥� or 鈥渄aemon鈥� that slips away from its creator, the scientist Victor Frankenstein, to cause havoc in the world.
Today, when we think of Frankenstein 鈥� or more accurately, about scientist Victor Frankenstein鈥檚 never-named creature 鈥� we are likely imagining something other than the somewhat vaguely-described human-ish thing in Mary Shelley鈥檚 1818 horror classic. Unmoored from its literary roots, the Frankenstein鈥檚 monster we call forth in our minds is probably closer in conception to Boris Karloff鈥檚 famous version from the 1930s: square-headed and scarred, with metal bolts in the neck. This is a visage that is ubiquitous every October, found in movies, on television, and selling Halloween candy.
Part of the fun of reading Frankenstein is to see how far this cobbled-together man has traveled from Shelley鈥檚 original iteration. Frankly, this was probably the only fun I had, as Frankenstein, for all its bursts of creativity, its sudden flashes of discrete violence, is a bit of a wordy drag. It is fully a piece from the Romantic era, from the overwrought emotional excesses of its characters, to the gorgeous, travelogue-like descriptions of the Alps.
***
According to Shelley 鈥� in an 1831 forward to the revised text 鈥� Frankenstein had its genesis in a spontaneous parlor game between famed wordsmiths, of which she took part. Only eighteen at the time, Shelley was vacationing in Lake Geneva with her husband, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, and the famous Lord Byron. Byron apparently suggested they each write a ghost story, since the weather was too lousy to do much else. Mary Shelley鈥檚 contribution, according to this lore, was Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus. The short story she began in a cold and dispiriting Switzerland eventually became a full-length novel that is currently enjoying a two-hundred year afterlife.
***
As an aside, Shelley鈥檚 life, and her relationship with the doomed Percy, is worth exploring. There is free love, unfounded suggestions that Percy penned Frankenstein, and tragedy aplenty.
***
Frankenstein utilizes an epistolary framing device, both beginning and ending with a series of 鈥渓etters鈥� from an adventurous mariner to his sister. Initially, I was entirely uncertain what these missives had to do with Frankenstein and his monster. As a result, the novel started extremely slow for me, as I found myself reading only a couple pages at a time before losing interest, never really finding the hook. Ultimately 鈥� as you can see 鈥� I pushed through, but it was only much later, when the letters reappear at the end, that everything clicked into place (and I went back and reread the opening gambit).
Once this prelude is out of the way, we begin the main part of the narrative, which is told in the first-person by the emotionally labile Frankenstein. For reasons put down to obsession, young Frankenstein is preoccupied with creating new life. Working alone and in fanatical devotion to his goal, Frankenstein begins assembling his thing:
I collected bones from charnel-houses; and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame. In a solitary chamber, or rather cell, at the top of the house, and separated from all the other apartments by a gallery and staircase, I kept my workshop of filthy creation: my eye-balls were starting from their sockets in attending to the details of my employment. The dissecting room and the slaughterhouse furnished many of my materials; and often did my human nature turn with loathing from my occupation, whilst, still urged on by an eagerness which perpetually increased, I brought my work near to a conclusion.
It does not 鈥� should not 鈥� spoil anything to say that Frankenstein is successful in his endeavors, at least up to a point.
***
The monster or creature or daemon or whatever you鈥檇 like to call it 鈥� just don鈥檛 call it Frankenstein 鈥� comes to life and immediately begins to torment Victor. Unlike the shambling, slow-moving, slow-witted monster of modern pop culture, Shelley鈥檚 creature moves faster than the zombies in 28 Days Later, climbs mountains like Sly Stallone in Cliffhanger, and is an exceptionally advanced autodidact, not only teaching himself to speak, but to read Paradise Lost and Plutarch鈥檚 Lives.
Frankenstein and his monster engage in a globetrotting game of cat-and-mouse, which might have been exciting, if not written in the overly formal, cluttered style of the early nineteenth century. Shelley tells this story broadly, seldom taking any time to build a scene, ratchet up suspense, or pay off a plot arc. Instead, through the excitable, often operatically frantic voice of Frankenstein, we are given broad characters (Elizabeth, for instance, seems to be a forerunner of Dickens鈥檚 saintly 鈥� and boring 鈥� Esther Summerson), unexciting action, and pointedly telegraphed plot points. It says something that the high point of Frankenstein is a story-within-a-story (in true Conradian fashion) told by the monster itself.
Honestly, I have a predisposition against books written in the archaic-feeling style of Frankenstein. It is something I always thought I鈥檇 grow out of as I aged. Alas, it has been two decades since high school, and my bias against writers who use thee and thy still abides.
That is not to say I recommend skipping this novel, because I don鈥檛. I also did not hate it, not by any means. The story works better in summary than in execution, and it requires close attention, but it is a genuine triumph of imagination. It is also far more polished and thematically coherent than Bram Stoker鈥檚 later attempt at Gothic horror (which has also turned out to be undying).
***
Certain books have meanings beyond the composition of sentences and the contours of a storyline. Shelley created something in Frankenstein that has endured for a couple centuries, and will likely live on forever, as long as people read. For that reason 鈥� if not only for that reason 鈥� this classic example of a thinking person鈥檚 horror novel is worth checking out.
February 18, 2020
Didn't manage to finish it during my "One Week, One Shelf" reading Classics but I'll need to soon.
The writing is beautiful, the audiobook is good but damn the part where the monster tells you his life is boooooring!
Update: The Creature/Monster's section got a bit better but overall the book wasn't to my taste.
The writing is beautiful, the audiobook is good but damn the part where the monster tells you his life is boooooring!
Update: The Creature/Monster's section got a bit better but overall the book wasn't to my taste.
August 18, 2021
Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley
Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus is a novel written by English author Mary Shelley (1797鈥�1851) that tells the story of Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who creates a grotesque, sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.
Shelley started writing the story when she was 18, and the first edition of the novel was published anonymously in London on 1 January 1818, when she was 20. Her name first appeared on the second edition, published in France in 1823.
Frankenstein tells the story of Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who creates a sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.
Frankenstein is a frame story written in epistolary form.
It documents a fictional correspondence between Captain Robert Walton and his sister, Margaret Walton Saville.
Robert Walton is a failed writer who sets out to explore the North Pole in hopes of expanding scientific knowledge.
During the voyage, the crew spots a dog sled driven by a gigantic figure.
A few hours later, the crew rescues a nearly frozen and emaciated man named Victor Frankenstein. Frankenstein has been in pursuit of the gigantic man observed by Walton's crew.
Frankenstein starts to recover from his exertion; he sees in Walton the same obsession that has destroyed him and recounts a story of his life's miseries to Walton as a warning.
The recounted story serves as the frame for Frankenstein's narrative. ...
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丿丕爻鬲丕賳賴丕蹖 讴賵鬲丕賴: 芦蹖丕丿亘賵丿禄貨 芦爻賮乇賳丕賲賴禄貨 芦鬲丕乇蹖禺 卮卮 賴賮鬲賴 鈥屫й屄回� 芦賵賯丕蹖毓 亘夭乇诏 賵 賮賵賯鈥屫з勜关ж嚶回� 芦賵賱诏乇丿蹖 丿乇 丌賱賲丕賳 賵 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕 丿乇 爻丕賱鈥屬囏й� 1840賲蹖賱丕丿蹖貙 1842賲蹖賱丕丿蹖 賵 1843賲蹖賱丕丿蹖禄貨
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鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 12/07/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus is a novel written by English author Mary Shelley (1797鈥�1851) that tells the story of Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who creates a grotesque, sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.
Shelley started writing the story when she was 18, and the first edition of the novel was published anonymously in London on 1 January 1818, when she was 20. Her name first appeared on the second edition, published in France in 1823.
Frankenstein tells the story of Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who creates a sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.
Frankenstein is a frame story written in epistolary form.
It documents a fictional correspondence between Captain Robert Walton and his sister, Margaret Walton Saville.
Robert Walton is a failed writer who sets out to explore the North Pole in hopes of expanding scientific knowledge.
During the voyage, the crew spots a dog sled driven by a gigantic figure.
A few hours later, the crew rescues a nearly frozen and emaciated man named Victor Frankenstein. Frankenstein has been in pursuit of the gigantic man observed by Walton's crew.
Frankenstein starts to recover from his exertion; he sees in Walton the same obsession that has destroyed him and recounts a story of his life's miseries to Walton as a warning.
The recounted story serves as the frame for Frankenstein's narrative. ...
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鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 12/07/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
October 29, 2018
隆Qu茅 da帽o ha hecho el cine a este libro!
El ansia del hombre de ser Dios llev贸 a V铆ctor Frankenstein a crear un ser, un ser con apariencia humana de restos de humanos, tan deforme que result贸 ser un monstruo en su exterior, pero no en su interior, humano dotado de sentimientos, sensibilidad, que lo que m谩s ansiaba era no estar solo, una compa帽era con quien compartir su vida y el amor. Ante la negativa de su creador de crear otro "monstruo", el monstruo se veng贸.
Novela de personajes, que en un momento dado no s茅 si qui茅n me daba m谩s pena si el creado o el creador, ambos arrepentidos de distintos actos.
Fant谩sticos los personajes secundarios, tanto la familia de V铆ctor como la familia con la que aprende su criatura o el capit谩n del barco.
La ambientaci贸n g贸tica le dota a la novela de escenas terror铆ficas, cuando la criatura cobra vida, cuando huye herido tras haber salvado la vida de una ni帽a que se ahogaba...
En cierto momento me ha recordado a "los miserables" 驴qui茅n es m谩s miserable? 驴qui茅n es as铆 por su propia naturaleza o qui茅n por las circunstancias acaba as铆?
驴Las circunstancias que te rodean sirven de excusa para realizar esos atroces actos?
Ambos parecen las dos caras de una misma moneda o al menos eso me parece a m铆.
No tengo un personaje favorito, son todos, y lo que m谩s me ha gustado es la narraci贸n es casi como una novela epistolar, a veces sientes una narraci贸n pausada, tranquila, con matices que parecen versos con tintes oscuros y g贸ticos
Trata temas como los l铆mites de la ciencia y la 茅tica, la responsabilidad, la soledad, el amor, el ego铆smo..., con muchos matices y muchas lecturas.
Un libro muy recomendable.
El ansia del hombre de ser Dios llev贸 a V铆ctor Frankenstein a crear un ser, un ser con apariencia humana de restos de humanos, tan deforme que result贸 ser un monstruo en su exterior, pero no en su interior, humano dotado de sentimientos, sensibilidad, que lo que m谩s ansiaba era no estar solo, una compa帽era con quien compartir su vida y el amor. Ante la negativa de su creador de crear otro "monstruo", el monstruo se veng贸.
Novela de personajes, que en un momento dado no s茅 si qui茅n me daba m谩s pena si el creado o el creador, ambos arrepentidos de distintos actos.
Fant谩sticos los personajes secundarios, tanto la familia de V铆ctor como la familia con la que aprende su criatura o el capit谩n del barco.
La ambientaci贸n g贸tica le dota a la novela de escenas terror铆ficas, cuando la criatura cobra vida, cuando huye herido tras haber salvado la vida de una ni帽a que se ahogaba...
En cierto momento me ha recordado a "los miserables" 驴qui茅n es m谩s miserable? 驴qui茅n es as铆 por su propia naturaleza o qui茅n por las circunstancias acaba as铆?
驴Las circunstancias que te rodean sirven de excusa para realizar esos atroces actos?
Ambos parecen las dos caras de una misma moneda o al menos eso me parece a m铆.
No tengo un personaje favorito, son todos, y lo que m谩s me ha gustado es la narraci贸n es casi como una novela epistolar, a veces sientes una narraci贸n pausada, tranquila, con matices que parecen versos con tintes oscuros y g贸ticos
Trata temas como los l铆mites de la ciencia y la 茅tica, la responsabilidad, la soledad, el amor, el ego铆smo..., con muchos matices y muchas lecturas.
Un libro muy recomendable.
December 30, 2024
I loved it! Before reading this book I had heard the story we all know about Frankestein. A suffered no-human being and blah blah blah. However, the story, how is written in general is amazing. The description of Viktor, what he suffered to build that monster, how obsessed he was about that. And then, well, no need to describe how much this poor little creature suffered. One can say "that life is suffered, but many lives are...", and it's true, but everything depends on how the story (or life) is told. About the details in the book, I will keep it for myself and I will just share them with someone who wants to talk to me about this book. I don't like to spoil much.
I totally recommend it. A MASTERPIECE!
I totally recommend it. A MASTERPIECE!
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