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I disliked the movie, though). There you are, engrossed in the monster's struggle for love, acceptance, and identity, and then Shelly stitches on an extra appendage--kinda like Victor Frankenstein sewing a hand or foot onto the monster's back--a convoluted back story of how Felix, one of the cottagers, saves and elopes with Safie, a Turkish-Arabian love interest. Chapter 14 should have been cauterized. Chapter 14, I can't stand it. Chapter 14 does absolutely nothing for the story, save provide a means for the creature's learning to speak and read. (In one movie version, Branagh's, the cottagers are simply teaching their own children to read and write, which further strikes at the core of the monster's suffering. It could have and should have been reworked, but it wasn't. Still, this is one of the greatest explorations of what Jung called "The Shadow."
The moment he made his creation come alive, though, he was consumed with horror and remorse, and ran in shame. Frankenstein found the monster, confronted him, and agreed to make him a companion so that the monster would have some one to confide in. When he finally unlocked the secret to doing this, he constructed a body to spark with life. Frankenstein is a name that is common to most people today, but few people know the actual Frankenstein story. It is a great work of fiction, and a classic. Dr.
From here his hatred for man grew, and he murdered an innocent boy whom he found out was related to his creator.
His creation ran, and lived in the woods for months, where he began to learn things.
Frankenstein chases the monster until he cannot anymore, and the monster kills itself out of remorse.This chilling story is a vivid reflection of Mary Shelley's Marxist-like beliefs.
Mary Shelley's dark horror story is about a promising young man who decided that he had to discover how to create life.
The doctor destroyed the body right before he finished though, and his monster killed all his friends and family.
The monster discovered a family living on a poor farm and hid in an unused portion of their home for yet another few months, learning how to talk from them by watching.
Finally, he worked up his courage to confront them, but it turned to disaster and he was sent running.
It is a twisted and gruesome story, but an entertaining one at that.
A good gothic horror read.
I was thinking, if this book was intended to be a gothic horror book, why isn't it scary. I had to read this book as part of an Honor Extention for my High School English class. at all. Expect a beautifully crafted novel that is ment to distort or disturb the mind. It's good. but I'm glad I did.
I mean, there's a crazed doctor who takes bodies from the undertakers and graveyards in order to sever off limbs and other body parts in order to unnaturally create a human being, if you can even consider it one. I honestly was not looking forward to reading it. When you really think about it, it isn't so much scary as it is creepy. It's an eye-opener and both disturbing and sad. Frankenstein is NOT going to be like a modern day hollywood action or horror film; so don't expect that. If you are looking to read a book that is considered a classic- but you don't feel like (let's say) reading a Shakespear play, read Frankenstein.
It really is.
with no friends, family, connections, or money the child has no hope of a future and decides to take revenge on its creator. now take this and turn it into a female's way. just about everyone has heard the story of Frankenstein, so i'm going to skip that part of the review and go right on to "what is this story about". he does not do guy things like shooting, hunting, hanging out with the guys riding horses. a woman being sick for 3 month used to be indicative of bed fever. why do i think Frankenstein is a woman. his decent into moral wrong is simple, he reads trashy novels that gives him ideas, when he is away from friends and family he has the opportunity to experiment with these dark ideas, with no one to check him he sinks deeper and deeper in to depravity until finally he creates a fully fledged monster and the sight of which suddenly causes him to realize all the terrible things that he has done, and no one must know about.
the most telling feminine thing victor does is just after he creates the monster. well, as far as i can tell it appears to be about a woman, who leaves the security-and watchful eyes- of friends and family, gets pregnant, has a child, then spends the rest of the book covering up while the child finds out just what it is like to be a bastard in the early 1800's. SHE reads trashy novels, SHE is away from friends and family and has the opportunity to experiment with these ideas, with no one to check her SHE sinks deeper and deeper into depravity until she gives birth at which time she realizes all the terrible things that she has done, and no one must know about. having read quite a few gothic novels, i can say that victor is not a masculine character, he is a feminine one. he spends his time at home with the ladies doing girl things. he faints and is sick for 3 months. a person cant get bed fever without having a baby first.
For that matter, it's somewhat hard to wrap one's mind around the fact that Shelley's Victor Frankenstein begins his work at reanimating corpses while still at college and--instead of the more appropriate middle-aged scientist familiar from innumerable remakes--Dr. The dream of unlocking the secret of life--and the parallel fear that it might turn into a nightmare remains with us long after Shelley gave it form in this short novel.On the downside, Shelley's prose bears all the faults of the age in which it was composed. Here is one of the great myths of modern man and the Age of Science and Reason; it's a myth that in some respects is even more relevant today with the prospect of widespread genetic engineering. If for only the sheer importance and enduring influence of this work in literature and popular culture, Shelley's *Frankenstein* is worth reading, and giving four stars. Do we not feel pity for the "monster," which, by its appearance alone, seems to be the embodiment of all we loathe and fear.and yet, in fact, only wants for compassion and companionship to make it "human". there are some genuinely frightening scenes and, more importantly, still-compelling ideas that make Shelley's *Frankenstein* not only the original, but the best elucidation of the myth of the mad man of science and the responsibility of the creator towards ((and for)) that which he creates.
To be sure, Shelley's monster is a great deal different than the green-skinned blockhead of the movies, no bolts in his neck, jagged forehead scar, or monosyllabic groans here. It's comical to hear long eloquent orations delivered by characters in the middle of scenes in which they're literally fighting for their lives--and, indeed, even more ridiculous to hear the monster himself speaking like a Shakespearean actor. This is a pensive, autodidactic monster. Still, the way Shelley envisions him, he's actually far more horrific than Boris Karloff or Herman Munster. Maybe the most surprising thing about reading Mary Shelley's *Frankenstein* is in discovering just how different--and how much more complex--the original is than the story as it has passed into popular culture. Do we overstep our bounds by encroaching on the miracles of life and try to play "god". Is there a god.
These are the kinds of questions that Shelley asks in *Frankenstein* and to do so she allows her monster to defend himself in the court of ideas like F. Lee Bailey. He's a wild, ragged, hideous-looking zombie, but not a shambling, sleepwalking, unfeeling drone; instead, he's super-strong, super-agile, super-fast--and he's as eloquent as Cicero.Certainly, Shelley felt it necessary to give the monster a brain and the silver-tongue to express its complex cogitations because *Frankenstein* is, in the end, more a philosophical novel than a tale of horror. *Frankenstein* is almost unbearably overwritten, its characters melodramatically overwrought, and the whole production bathed in the over-the-top hysteria that often typifies Romantic literature. Frankenstein in this novel is no older than his mid-20s throughout.
Here we have a stitched together assemblage of corpse-parts that the flesh doesn't always entirely cover, leaving the workings of tendons and the like grotesquely exposed to view. What does it mean to be human. Apparently, Shelley herself wasn't yet twenty when originally composing the tale, so that perhaps explains Frankenstein's age here, but it doesn't seem quite right to have him be so young.Still, if you can get past the various absurdities, the purple prose, the frequent repetition, and the more tedious travelogue descriptions of the countrysides of Switzerland, Scotland, the frozen north, etc.
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