Victor Frankenstein is a young and brilliant scientist who, through curiosity and a desire to investigate, created a being from dead body parts and brought it to life through the power of electricity. Fleeing the sight of horror before him, Frankenstein committed his creation to a life of solitude. The once gentle and innocent creature turned vengeful against Frankenstein and plagued his life with death and misery. Upon his attempt to capture the ‘monster’, Frankenstein met an explorer, Robert Walton, whom he relayed his entire story to. This book is the narrative as told by Frankenstein and relayed by Walton to his sister.
There is a reason this book is a classic. Written by, the then 18 year old, Mary Shelley in 1817 (published in 1818) it has raised many a debate about the advancements of science. Whilst reading the story I was completely lost in the narrative and found myself sympathising with the creature who had not asked for life but had it thrust upon him, only to be turned away, with looks of horror, from all civilization he encountered. When his request for companionship is denied it then brought forward even more questions to my mind – was Frankenstein right in his decision? I wonder if Mary Shelley had any idea at the time of writing this that it would become such an iconic piece of literature. There is so much I want to say in this review but I really don’t want to spoil the story for anyone who has not read it.
No matter what your reading preference I would highly recommend this book. The language used, even though it has obviously been updated since originally published, has kept to the era as much as possible, which to me lends to the beauty of the story. The descriptive narrative is rarely found these days where everything has to be fast-paced for fear that the reader will be bored. Take time to read this. Lose yourself in the wonders of the world as it was when Frankenstein and his companion traveled from country to country in a time that we cannot relate to. And always, as I was reading, was in the back of my mind…an 18 year old girl, in a time of men, wrote this wonderful story.