Mary Shelley’s 1818
novel Frankenstein tells the story of a student
named Viktor Frankenstein who performs a scandalous experiment – so scandalous
that he keeps the knowledge of it from his closest family and friends. Broken,
repentant, and emaciated at the end of the story, he pours out the tale of his
hubris to a stranger. He has discovered the secret of life, he confesses;
obsessed with
experiments in ‘natural philosophy’, he has been able to fashion a live human from body parts scrounged from graveyards and slaughterhouses.
experiments in ‘natural philosophy’, he has been able to fashion a live human from body parts scrounged from graveyards and slaughterhouses.
The resulting
demon’s arms are like those of a mummy; his lips are black and dry; his eyes
are yellow. Everyone that looks at him, including his creator, turns from him
in utter revulsion. Not even given the dignity of a name, his creator refers to
him as the fiend or the wretch. As a sutured set of body parts lying on a
gurney he was merely grotesque, but when he moves, makes sounds, becomes
animated – this is horrifying. He is not whole. No matter that he can speak or
move or think, his origin is not natural. He is an unholy mishmash……To Read More……
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