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it’s almost midnight and I just finished reading “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley. tomorrow I have a history test, but currently it’s much more important to try to understand if I feel more sorry for Victor or for his creature.
The Monsters of Frankenstein (diary entry 2, Adam)
Romania, Autumn, 1824
My Creator and I are coming to the end of our game.
Weary as I am, instinct within the core of my being compels me to continue until exhaustion destroys us.
Victor has found himself a suitable hovel. A crumbling edifice concealed by a forest that the local people have tales of dark and twisted happenings going back through the generations of frightened imagination. A perfect nest for a gruesome doctor of the dead.
The man is driven by a desire grim and primal, fuelled by ego so great and consuming I am now sure he will not listen to reason.
He is not yet aware that I have discovered his hiding place. I have planned to reveal myself only at the precise time. If I spook him too soon he will slip from grasp and I will loose track of him. That cannot be.
The windows to his laboratory have been blackened, but my imagination supplies the horror for me.
I wish it could be so simply to simply wrap my hands around his throat and let it be. But I am unable. I could not destroy the one who have given me breath, as mankind could not destroy God. But, I can make myself a plague unto him if it will bring this madness to a conclusion.
I know not what new horrors would be birthed alongside this new other, but I will not let Victor complete his work and learn the truth of it. But I must hurry, I sense he in fact closer to finishing than I first believed.
Elizabeth and the lil lab of horrors (aka the Frankenstein’s Monsters)
You didn’t think I forgot about ole Elizabeth did you? Well.
She, like the rest of Victor’s relations, get very concerned when contact with him slowly turns to silence while he is supposedly studying in Germany. Henry volunteers to track him down and does so successfully after a while, but while his letter confirming Victor’s location is a relief he’s still annoyingly vague about what Victor has been up too.
Then Victor disappears. It’s sudden, traumatic, his father is beside himself with worry. Henry once again decides to play hero of the hour and go off into deepest darkest Europe on the trail of Victor; who may or may not be dead….
Henry confides only to Elizabeth the more troublesome details. Victor is chasing, or being chased by, a man who may in fact be some sort of demon… and the rumours circulating around Victor himself range from bizarre to horrifying.
Elizabeth grows tired of being idle. Despite her adoptive father’s pleas she (with Justine’s help of course) steals away into the night and gets on the first train headed East.
A few months behind, she manages to at last catch up with Henry in early winter. They reunite warmly but Henry begs her not to seek Victor out at his house, insisting it isn’t safe there and she’ll have to wait till Victor comes to them.
This will absolutely NOT stand. Elizabeth snoops around in Henry’s personal affects till she finds what she needs to locate Victor’s creepy hiding place.
The creatures’ experience with women vary from ‘never seen one ever’ to ‘ran away because she was screaming’ so they naturally freak OUT when a real lady is in their house. Adam, being the oldest, volounteers to try and shoo her off using his intimidation factor but he it just DOESNT WORK WOMAN WHAT ARE YOU.
Lucifer has a go next. Elizabeth swats him with her umbrella and calls him a brute. He retreats under a table hissing like a cat.
Victor finally wakes up from an impromptu scientific nap to discover Elizabeth sitting on his couch flicking through a novel with a cup of tea, with his creations sat around her; gazing up adoringly as if beholding a goddess in their midst.
He thinks he’s finally lost the plot until Elizabeth pipes up ‘oh there you are Victor how good of you to join us at last, do be a lamb and check on those biscuits in the oven won’t you?’
One of the things I did in 2020: I’ve read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein! Long story short - I pretty much fell in love with the story.
Here are some things that popular culture won’t tell you about Frankenstein that I find too interesting not to share:
Victor was never a doctor, but a college dropout.
The monster doesn’t have a name, but at some point he calls himself Adam. Also “Frankenstein” is Victor’s last name, so if you choose to interpret Adam as Victor’s son, “Frankenstein” becomes the Monster’s last name too. The point is, it’s 100% valid to call Frankenstein’s Monster simply “Frankenstein”.
The Monster is described as beautiful- 8 feet tall, his features symmetrical with limbs in proportion; his hair lustrous black and flowing; and his eyes yellow. He’s also super-strong and super-fast, but I think that should go without saying.
Adam is also incredibly intelligent and calculating. And pretty snarky and eloquent in his way of speaking. Oh yeah, and he also speaks French.
Towards the end of the book there’s a scene where the Monster grins and runs away across the Europe, armed with a gun and many pistols and it’s just… it’s great.
