The creature doesn’t stop here though, his next victim is Victor’s dear friend Henry Clerval, whose death is a result of Victor not complying to the creature’s request for a companion. The boy reveals that he is from the Frankenstein family and the creature strangles him to death. Wandering through the wood in Geneva the creature stumbles across a young boy.
This is where this first theme, that man shouldn’t play God becomes apparent. Frankenstein’s monster tries to fit into society with desire of acceptance but receives only hate and fear from the humans, because of this it swears revenge on humans and his creator, Victor Frankenstein. His monster fled the the house and never returned. Once it came to life, Victor Frankenstein himself could not even bear the sight of it, his own creation. Frankenstein’s creature, in visioned to be a beautiful being with larger features then humans turned out to be a grotesque monster. Victor Frankenstein embarks on a quest to create life, which ends in tragedy. The first is that man should not play God. Two of which I would like to highlight in this blog post. This novel contains many important themes. He spends years of his life researching and studying, he even spent extended periods of time in tombs observing bodies decay. He is intrigued with life, specifically the creation of life. So, my questions to the class: Did the monster deserve a companion to roam the earth with? Does he not deserve the chance to be happy too, like humans? Was his promise to leave man alone worth creating another monster? Companion Fiend Frankenstein God Horror Monster Terrorįrankenstein by Mary Shelley is a Romantic novel about a young scientist with radical ideas and ambitions. However, Frankenstein does not create a companion for the monster and in anger, the monster then kills Elizabeth and Clerval. My food is not that of man I do not destroy the lamb and the kid to glut my appetite acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment” (pg. To strengthen his desire, he tells Frankenstein: “If you consent, neither you nor any other human being shall eve see us again: I will go to the vast wilds of South America. He demands that Frankenstein create another monster to be his companion because he is living a terrible, and lonely life. In this, we see how he goes from quietly observing humans, hiding in the shadows, to murdering Frankenstein’s love, friend, and brother.Īs we see the transition of the wretch, he gets angrier as the text progresses. The novel continues to develop, and we then read from the monsters point of view as he explains the troubles of being a wretched creature, who strikes fear in those he comes in contact with. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation but now I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart” (pg. “For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. Then, when the lifeless thing arose from its inanimate state, Frankenstein feels terror. However, because of his eagerness and dream to infuse life into a dead body, Frankenstein works 2 years to accomplish this goal. As the novel develops, we learn, as well as Frankenstein, that playing the role of God is not a human responsibility. Not only did he cause fear in those who faced him, but also in his creator, Victor Frankenstein. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation I am alone.With dull yellow eyes, pearly white teeth, black lips, and a shriveled complexion, the fiend in Frankenstein was a horror to the human eye. But it is even so the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal.
I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. Kontext: I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery.
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