Frankenstein, Mary Shelley


Mary Shelley (then Godwin) and Percy Bysshe Shelley were visiting their friend Lord Byron in Geneva one rainy summer. With the weather against them, they decided to spend their time writing ghost stories for each other. Frankenstein is Mary Shelley’s submission to their contest, later published anonymously in 1818.
Victor Frankenstein, a strange but brilliant scientist, discovers a method of imparting life to inanimate matter. The Monster is thus born: a hideous, 8-foot-tall creature of muscle, speed, and intellect. Frankenstein’s rejection of his appalling creation sends it into a spiral of despair, and Frankenstein’s life is never the same.
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Themba Moyake
Themba Moyakeshared an impressionlast year

The birth of the gothic narrative was arguably bolstered by Shelley's 'Frankenstein'. Simply philosophically engaging when one considers how at its core is the question of whether the evil that's prevalent in the world was manufactured by inhumanity.

We read it for the Southern African English Olympiad this year (2016) where we explored the leitmotif: The Darkness in Man's Heart.

Simply fulfilling!

p.s: I especial love the archaic diction - palatable.

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the begging is so sweet.

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There is a lot to be said about this novel, that could not possibly be fully exposed in a few words. The horror of the story is conveyed by a series of narrators. Each narration brings forth the feelings and the need of creating a full opinion based on different perspectives. The laughter, the infernal laughter of the creation and Frankenstein's deed are brought in all its horror. But, moreover, the monster is society, that segregates, discriminates and casts people away by aribitrary norms.

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serpent to sting you,
How slowly the time passes here, encompassed as I am by frost and snow!
No incidents have hitherto befallen us that would make a figure in a letter.
Come, Victor; not brooding thoughts of vengeance against the assassin, but with feelings of peace and gentleness, that will heal, instead of festering, the wounds of our minds. Enter the house of mourning, my friend, but with kindness and affection for those who love you, and not with hatred for your enemies.
I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation
o strange an accident has happened to us that I cannot forbear recording it, although it is very probable that you will see me before these papers can come into your possession.
What may not be expected in a country of eternal light?
It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of our own can have departed forever—that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard. These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences
satiate my ardent
He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.
He strove to shelter her, as a fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener, from every rougher wind and
It was a most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage,
All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment: I, like the arch fiend, bore a hell within me; and, finding myself unsympathized with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.

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