Galie Madalina
Frankenstein
Mary Shelley
The motif of revolt against divine oppression and indeed against the
concept of a benevolent deity, which is prominent in much of Shelleys thought,
underlines the Modern Prometheus theme of Frankenstein.
Generally speaking, therefore, it is the emotional and the intellectual that
conflict in the form of Frankenstein and his Monster. The culminating emotional
frustration by the intellect is reached in the murder of Frankensteins bride by
the Monster. Thereafter, Frankensteins hysterical pursuit of his fleeting reason
completes the story of his madness- a condition perceived in the tale only by the
Genevan magistrate who, when Frankenstein demands of him the monsters
arrest, endeavored, says Frankenstein, to soothe me as a nurse does a child.
By imitation, trial and error, the Monster learns the rudiments of survival;
the domestic manners of the cottagers, whom he observes from the peep-hole in
his hut, awaken his communal instincts; while the books he (miraculously)
comes by- Plutarch Lives, Sorrows of Werther and Paradise Lost- are carefully
selected by the author to stimulate the mental process which his learning of the
language has initiated.
Once more, Mary Shelley emphasizes the influence of outward
appearance on human relationships. The monster has evolved into an intelligent
though simple man. Who was I?, What was I?, Whence did I come?,
What was my destination?.The Monster was then able to ask himself; and he
has acquired a moral sense.
The development of the Monsters character does not cease here, although
his first murder gives it a new direction. It is only after his almost- completed
female counterpart is destroyed by Frankenstein that he is depicted as an all-out
perpetrator of evil. One important factor in the unfolding of his character is his
lack of emotion. What passes for emotion- his need for companionship; his
feelings of revenge towards Frankenstein- are really intellectual passions arrived
at through rational channels. He is asexual, and demands his bride as a
companion, never as a lover or even merely as a mate; his emotions reside in the
heart of Frankenstein, as does Frankensteins intellect in him.
Human beings thus become playthings, far weaker than mountains of
ice, mere puppets in the hands of destiny. Mary Shelley adopts a behaviorist
model of human nature. Human beings are, like nature itself, only machines