3.5/5 stars
I had hyped myself up reading this book. Critique on the Industrial Revolution? Mad scientist? Gothic novel? European classic? Amazing, sign me up. But as with all expectations, they only lead to disappointments. And that’s what happened with this book too. The concept of the story is interesting and really great to be frank(enstein), but the book itself is not that great to read. It’s mostly due to the way the story is put to paper. There’s a lot of ‘tell, not show’, which feels very un-engaging to read. Kind of like that episode of Rick and Morty where they have to sit through the mouse grandpa’s sharing his screenwriting.
Some examples:
- “These feelings dictated my answer to my father. I expressed a wish to visit England, but concealing the true reasons of this request, I clothed my desires under a guise which excited no suspicion, while I urged my desire with an earnestness that easily induced my father to comply.”
- “I had been calm during the day, but so soon as night obscured the shapes of objects, a thousand fears arose in my mind. I was anxious and watchful, while my right hand grasped a pistol which was hidden in my bosom; every sound terrified me, but I resolved that I would sell my life dearly and not shrink from the conflict until my own life or that of my adversary was extinguished.”
When you take into account that this story was initially written as a short story, maybe even shared verbally (not sure if that’s the case), then that writing style makes more sense. It does feel like M. Shelly tried to flesh out the story to turn it into a novel. I think it would’ve served better as a short story, or she should’ve put more effort into actually writing it in an engaging way. But then again, she was only 19 when she published it, so yeah, very impressive still.
There’s many parts of the story that were frustrating to read.
E.g. Frankenstein receiving the threat: ‘I’ll be there at your wedding night,’ after he just refused to make a bride for the monster. And then when the wedding night comes, Frankensteins leaves his bride Elisabeth alone in the bed room because he’s afraid of himself being attacked?? Come on man…
Or just the fact that Frankenstein decides - half way through the process - to not finish making a bride for the monster. He knows, as the monster has clearly announced it, that there will be vengeance. Does Frankenstein prepare for this for this vengeance? Does he arm himself, for when the interaction inevitably comes? No. He just waits until the monster comes and then he says stuff like: ‘I’ll fight you, don’t worry!’ WELL WHY DIDNT YOU BRING A GUY AND SHOOT THE DAMN THING??
Or what about this section: “My father’s care and attentions were indefatigable, but he did not know the origin of my sufferings and sought erroneous methods to remedy the incurable ill.” WELL JUST TELL HIM THEN!! It was so frustrating to read that Frankenstein’s family is killed off one by one, but he doesn’t even care to protect them or warn them or anything. And that would’ve been fair if it was motivated in the story, like ‘Frankenstein was too self obsessed’, or ‘he couldn’t think logically because he was too caught up with this work’, but none of that is made clear. Which then makes it just seem like plot holes. Shame.
I think I would’ve rated the story even lower if it wasn’t for the end scene at the ship. The addition of Walton as a narrator to give this extra layer and perspective on the quest of glory, ambition, and friendship, provides a cool point of reflection.
Furthermore, I think that a lot of people praise the ambiguity of good and evil in this story, as if the monster somehow has a leg to stand on. But the monster is just pure evil. He tried to make friends, but he didn’t succeed, so then he just starts killing everyone? Wtf man, crazy stuff. He could’ve tried harder. There’s plenty of ugly people who manage to make friends, just get better with your social skills man.
I mean, the whole scene with Felix in the cottage? Yes, of course the kids freak out when they see an unknown, massive, and ugly monster clenching to the feet of your vulnerable father. The monster could’ve been more tactful, but failed. That’s on him.
Finally, I would like to remark that earlier this year I read Dracula. A story, often grouped together with Frankenstein in the genre and age. They are both designed as an epistolary novel, but Dracula really makes this technique work for the story. This is because there is a certain immediacy when you read what the characters are experiencing at the very moment, when the writer writes the letter. The antagonist is also covered in shadows, because he’s not included in the letters. We know very little of him. But by every new letter we learn something more. Great storytelling.
The letters in Frankenstein are more setup like this: ’Yo, sister, I met someone here on the arctic, weird story, let me summarise it for you in past tense now.’
And that’s then why you have those frustrating ‘tell, not show’ elements approving in the story, and the empty sentences that describe hardly anything.
Anyway, that’s my too cents. Cool themes, cool concept, mid writing.
Warning against ambition
- “Unhappy man! Do you share my madness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!”
- The forms of the beloved dead flit before me, and I hasten to their arms. Farewell, Walton! Seek happiness in tranquillity and avoid ambition, even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries. Yet why do I say this? I have myself been blasted in these hopes, yet another may succeed.”
The monster’s perspective
- Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing? They spurn and hate me.
- You accuse me of murder, and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!
- There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies?
- My protectors had departed and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them, but allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death.
- grasped his throat to silence him, and in a moment he lay dead at my feet. “I gazed on my victim, and my heart swelled with exultation and hellish triumph; clapping my hands, I exclaimed, ‘I too can create desolation; my enemy is not invulnerable; this death will carry despair to him, and a thousand other miseries shall torment and destroy him.’
- He’s absolutely mental and not well. Bad, evil.
Tell, not show
- These feelings dictated my answer to my father. I expressed a wish to visit England, but concealing the true reasons of this request, I clothed my desires under a guise which excited no suspicion, while I urged my desire with an earnestness that easily induced my father to comply
- I had been calm during the day, but so soon as night obscured the shapes of objects, a thousand fears arose in my mind. I was anxious and watchful, while my right hand grasped a pistol which was hidden in my bosom; every sound terrified me, but I resolved that I would sell my life dearly and not shrink from the conflict until my own life or that of my adversary was extinguished.
Friendship as core humanity trait
- “Must I then lose this admirable being? I have longed for a friend; I have sought one who would sympathise with and love me. Behold, on these desert seas I have found such a one, but I fear I have gained him only to know his value and lose him. I would reconcile him to life, but he repulses the idea.”
- This is said by Walton, the scientist on the ship, who finds Frankenstein in the arctic.
- 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. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
Female rage
“Slave, I before reasoned with you, but you have proved yourself unworthy of my condescension. Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my creator, but I am your master; obey!” Could this be interpret as the female author raging against men? Because women often control men, unbeknownst to them. But the they can't ever step into the limelight, as they will be stripped off their power. Intricate balance of power and control.
Dumb plot
- “It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.”
- Dit is zo dom. Hij is de hele tijd bang voor de wraak als hij zich niet aan de belofte hodt. Nu breekt hij de belofte maar hij heeft totaal geen plan om de wrak te vermijden. Hij had een val kunnenn etten of een geweer kunnen dragen o.i.d.
- “My father’s care and attentions were indefatigable, but he did not know the origin of my sufferings and sought erroneous methods to remedy the incurable ill.”
- Vertel hem dan wat het probleem is. Dan ka hij een brief schrijven om jefamilie te beschermen.
- I discovered no trace of him and was beginning to conjecture that some fortunate chance had intervened to prevent the execution of his menaces when suddenly I heard a shrill and dreadful scream. It came from the room into which Elizabeth had retired. As I heard it, the whole truth rushed into my mind,
- Omg so stupid… you know what his treats was… fucking hell