After sitting on my bookshelf for a year and a half, I finally read Mary Shelley’s, Frankenstein.
And Holy crap, I was surprised.
Classics, while possessing intriguing stories, I find extremely difficult to get through because I am always having to look up strange words that are no longer part of today’s vocabulary. And that irks me because it slows me down.
I started reading this with indifferent expectations. I had started the book last year but only got a few chapters in because I found it extremely boring. But this month I was determined to finish it finally. Turns out that I just found the POV of Walton extremely boring…
I have seen plenty of Hollywood’s version of Frankenstein, they are generally the same really. The mad genius doctor creates an ogre of a monster who can do no more than mumble, “aaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhh.” And the townspeople storm wherever the monster is hiding with torches and pitchforks trying to kill off the evil monster… (Okay maybe I am just generalizing here, sorry)
So after reading this book, I have to ask… What in the hell happened in translation from book to screen?! Did the film makers read the same book that I just finished? Why do we call the monster Frankenstein?!?!? And who came up with the idea of of the hunchback assistant, Igor?
During the majority of this story, I found myself sympathizing with the monster. Almost understanding why he did the terrible things that he did. The poor thing just wanted to be loved dang it! He wanted a friend. a confidant, a mate. Just someone to overlook his hideousness and hold him at night and tell him it was going to be alright. This poor guy couldn’t even get his father to throw him a smidgen of kindness.
Instead he got stuck with a creator from hell.
Victor Frankenstein was a self-absorbed jerk. He created this creature and abandoned him! Who does that?! I get the monster was ugly, and scary looking, but come on! I found Victor’s character and personality to be a bit grating. He was self-involved, and that’s okay, we all know people like that. But then, he became whiny almost.
But the way that these two characters fed each others misery and madness to the brink of death was brilliant. It had me questioning at times through out the book, who was really the monster?
In the end, I concluded that they were both monsters. Each could have chosen a different path. You do not have to chose to kill, or let the obsession of revenge take over who you are or you will become.
I highly recommend giving the book a read if you haven’t read it yet.