Frankenstein: Or, The Modern Prometheus
Mary Shelley's novel "Frankenstein: or, the Modern Prometheus" (1818) is a combination of gothic horror story and science fiction first conceived for a writing challenge by Lord Byron when she was just eighteen. It is the story of Victor Frankenstein, a Swiss student of natural science who assembles pieces of corpses to create an artificial man and brings it to life with galvanism. Though it seeks affection, the unnamed monster inspires loathing in everyone it meets. Lonely and miserable, the creature ultimately destroys its creator.
As it drew nearer, I observed that it was the Swiss diligence: it stopped just where
I was standing; and, on the door being opened, I perceived Henry Clerval, who,
on seeing me, instantly sprung out. “My dear Frankenstein,” exclaimed he, “how ...
I remember the first time I became capable of observing outward objects with any
kind of pleasure, I perceived that the fallen leaves had disappeared, and that the
young buds were shooting forth from the trees that shaded my window. It was a ...
He had also changed my apartment; for he perceived that I had acquired a dislike
for the room which had previously been my laboratory. But these cares of Clerval
were made of no avail when I visited the professors. M. Waldman inflicted ...
As I said these words, I perceived in the gloom a figure which stole from behind a
clump of trees near me; I stood fixed, gazing intently: I could not be mistaken. A
flash of lightning illuminated the object, and discovered its shape plainly to me; ...
She had been out the whole of the night on which the murder had been
committed, and towards morning had been perceived by a market-woman not far
from the spot where the body of the murdered child had been afterwards found.
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Mary Shelley's romantic novel first published in 1818 anonymously has been the inspiration for movie monster makers. Since the first film adaptation in 1823, Shelley's creation has been brought to ... Read full review
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It gets lonely when you're a monster. Shelley makes us look at the inhuman aspects of ourselves. When what we create gets out of hand isn't it still our fault? Read full review