Everyone knows the horrifying tale of Frankenstein, the hideous monster that for some reason, super hates fire.
The monster was created by a mad scientist and his wacky hunchbacked sidekick out of grave-robbed body parts.
The poor damnable creature is persecuted and exiled by terrified villagers that are armed with pitchforks and torches.
However, that story is merely a Hollywood retelling of Mary Shelley’s original novel.
Shelley’s debut novel, published in 1818, began with the narration of Captain Walton, an explorer of the northern arctic regions, as he finds a starving and nearly frozen to death man, whom Captain Walton may or may not have immediately fallen in love with.
The man shares his dreadful tale to the Captain about how he ended up in his present situation.
The man, Victor Frankenstein, was a Swiss scientist and academic that longed to create a way to hinder death.
How he manages it is left unclear, but the result of his mad reveries was the reanimation of a creature that stood eight feet tall, with long black hair, and nearly translucent skin that revealed most of his innards.
Frankenstein rejects the monster and flees his lab.
Time passes and Frankenstein is called home after his young brother is found murdered.
On his journey home, he catches a glimpse of the monster near his hometown and suspects the monster had something to do with his brother’s murder.
Wrecked by the thought that his creation was responsible for the death of a child, Frankenstein joins his family in dismay.
When Frankenstein retreats to the mountains to seek solidarity and comfort, he is confronted by his creation.
The monster tells Frankenstein his terrible story about how he was shunted out by his father and creator, only to be thrown out by society.
Miserable and alone, the monster, wandered around the country trying to make sense of his existence and longing for a friend.
However, during his wanderings, he made a series of mistakes that could happen to anyone, such as murdering a few people and setting fire to a cottage.
Frankenstein thereafter finds himself in a predicament where he must choose whether or not to create another monster, so that the first may not be alone.
Frankenstein’s creature is a reanimated corpse, but was he truly a monster? He learned to speak and live, as well all do, and perhaps he may have even been a part of society if he had not looked like a walking nightmare.
Perhaps Frankenstein’s creature was not a true monster, but rather just a lonely man that could not find a place in this world, and who among us has not felt that way? Who among us is not capable of becoming a monster?
Paige Jurgensen / Columnist Paige
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