Frankenstein

Frankenstein: By Mary Shelley In the novel Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, people who know Frankenstein only from the movies are often surprised to learn that in Mary Shelley’s novel so-called Monster is thinking and talking being whose predicament evokes considerable sympathy. The novel opens strikingly enough as Victor Frankenstein pursues across the frozen ice, north of Archangel, a strange misshapen giant of a man. However, the figures disappear among the icebergs. Mary Shelley’s …

…disclose his experiments to the community around him. We as a society, all we need to give up are our willfulness and our weaknesses, our obsession with self sufficiency, and the belief that we have been cheated by our creator. Perhaps then we would come to terms with our monsters, with our failures, and our limits. The one word completely missing in Frankenstein, and unfortunately also in our lives as well, is the word forgiveness.