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"Frankenstein" Mary Shelley
In 1818, Mary Shelley's book, Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, is published. At the moment she's only 19 years old. At the first publication, she uses a male pseudonym; only in 1831, at the third publication, Mary Shelley appears as the real author of the novel. Many people were surprised by the book. It's delicate and cold at the same time. The plot is original, and also the themes are interesting. In fact, the readers, through the story of the scientist Victor Frankenstein and his Creature, will can taste pages full of life, love, friendship, death, hatred and loneliness. A lot of sentiments gently mixed. Then, through the eyes of the Creature we will see the sadness of a person totally abandoned. When Victor will see what he has create, he will start to despair. For Him, that "son" is only monstrous. He doesn't see in it something good. All of him is bad. But, the monster isn't evil: he likes learning, studying, socializing with other people. He searches a friend, a partner, a woman. So, at the beginning, the Creature seems available and educate, but when Frankenstein repudiates him, he will start to feel sentiments of rage and revenge. Probably, if Frankenstein had accepted the monster, he would have grown maturing sense and sensibility, kindness and composure. He only wants to be understood and helped. But nobody wants to stay with him. Then, the monster will be absorbed by his sorrow. His tears will suffocate him. He will think only about the man who had caused his pain. He will be his obsession and his only purpose of life. So the Creature doesn't react. Nobody talks him about happiness and sunrise and Frankenstein will continue to try to stop him. Both will bear a psychological and physical decline. Shelley writes with a poetic style. She describes using a particular pen: she combines a carnal poetry with a light prose. Shelley proposes tonic and vivid pictures. She loves her characters; she animates pages and words. The novel vibrates. It laughs and cries; the whiteness of the moon meets the burning of the fire. The book runs and jumps. It never stops itself. Story and themes get together. Shelley declines every characters with an exhaustive paint. She introduces strokes of love and death at the same time. But the adventure answers to a principal dicothomy: man and God. When Frankenstein, an ambiscious young boy, creates his Creature, he finalizes his life only to that "son". He forgets the previous life. The darkness will start to soffocate him. He forgets God, he forgets the light. So what he creates will be back to kill him. He isn't humble. He reaches God. Frankenstein is superb. Exacltley like Prometheus who stealed fire to the Gods. Both acquire, taste a little bit of Gods' power. Then they are punished. Frankenstein is a Modern Prometheus. He losts everything that he posses. Family in primis. What was a light turns off until he turns off too. Victor Frankenstein losts Love and Life. He forgets them. It's a sad story. But it's so current too. Today, medecine is working and collecting enormous progresses. Man now can create others people and others animals. But, in my opinion, there's a limite. When man will stop himself? Shelley - though a lovely, fatal novel - helps us. Frankenstein isn't only a wonderful book; Frankenstein is a support too. In fact, it's hard believe that a young girl was able to write a novel like that. Behinde that culture - through we can read quotes about Dante, Machiavelli and others phylosophers - is hidden a particulare message. But, men haven't accepted yet.