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Frankentstein, when he realizes his actions have consequences: Oh no! Who made all of this happen to me? Why would they do this!
Been reading Frankenstein for class recently and Frankenstein seems in love with Henry
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“Frankenstein” Book Review
Frankenstein...what an interesting way to begin a story. Absolutely loved the beginning of the novel. In fact, Victor Frankenstein’s name was mentioned in a very unique way. The whole novel was written beautifully and Mary Shelley’s writing style is total chef’s kiss! I have a lot of thoughts and things to share which I have gotten throughout this novel.
We all know that a little learning is a dangerous thing. But Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein teaches us that sometimes knowing beyond the limit can be dangerous too. In my opinion, that is more fatal. We don’t have to acquire all of our nerdy dreams. Sometimes, giving up makes us more successful. Frankenstein indeed was a brilliant man but to me he still couldn’t cross the boundaries of ignorance. He is a total stupid and bad decision maker.
Less knowing people can lead their lives simply and without much worries. But as we get to know more, more thoughts keep peeping in our minds and some of them keep making us uncomfortable and unstable. We can’t bide ourselves to anything particular, we become so shaky then which is sometimes really tormenting. Sometimes, without thinking even with profound knowledge, we do something that can later on leave such consequences which can be unbearable. Such was the situation of Frankenstein. He suffered soo much after creating the creature and it was really despairing.
This book keeps reminding me again and again that we should not judge someone by their appearances. And also that people usually don’t become just a bad person. It is actually the treatment of the society that cause it. This case happened with the poor creature. Even Frankenstein treatment wasn’t kin at all. I felt really sorry for him.
Besides all of the horror and gothic scenarios, “Frankenstein” also has created some peaceful scenarios. The beauty of Switzerland was represented all through the novel. I enjoyed it a lot. Highly recommend it to everyone.
Knowledge is knowing that it's Frankenstein's monster; wisdom is not looking for a lab coat when you Find Frankie.
MK's Frankenstein the Novel Debuts Today!
My novelization of my adaptation of Frankenstein debuts today! Read it here: tapas.io/series/MKs-Frankenstein-Novel/info
I am going to read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley today. I am kind of looking forward to it. Will be updating with my thoughts on things if there are any.
The Clockwork Creation
The thunder roared, splitting the night in two, as jagged bolts of lightning illuminated the darkened skies above the lonely Snezhnayan lab. You stood outside the towering building, feeling your heart race with anticipation, knowing what lay within. Your hands trembled as you clutched the edges of your cloak tighter, hoping the cold night air would soothe the anxious energy surging through your veins.
It had been weeks—months, even—since you had seen him last. Il Dottore, the brilliant, enigmatic man you once knew, had withdrawn into his secret laboratory, obsessing over his latest experiment. Letters were few, and each one more cryptic than the last. His mind, once so sharp and full of purpose, seemed to unravel further with every success.
The heavy oak doors of the lab creaked open as if sensing your approach. Stepping inside, you were greeted by the harsh smell of chemicals, the scent burning in your nose. The place was darker than you remembered, the air thicker, suffocating.
You had known Dottore for years, working alongside him in pursuit of knowledge, always fascinated by his mind, his ambition. But something had changed in him. The brilliant scientist you admired had begun to twist under the weight of his obsession, pursuing power and discovery without regard for ethics or consequences.
It all started with one question that spiraled into madness: Could life be recreated?
Dottore had once confided in you his dream to conquer the boundaries of mortality, to shape life from death, to bend nature’s laws. What was once a philosophical debate had transformed into something real, something terrifying.
You swallowed hard, your footsteps echoing through the empty halls as you descended deeper into his workshop. Every corner was filled with the remnants of abandoned experiments—half-constructed automata, strange, ticking contraptions made of metal and sinew, and medical devices whose purpose you dared not imagine.
The sound of whirring gears and clanking metal grew louder as you approached the heart of the laboratory. In the center of the dimly lit room stood a towering figure—Dottore.
His back was turned to you, hunched over a large table littered with surgical tools, tubes, and vials of unknown substances. Sparks flew from the apparatus around him, filling the air with the stench of burning metal. He didn’t notice your presence at first, so consumed was he by the work before him.
“Dottore,” you called out softly, your voice barely audible over the hum of machinery.
He stiffened, then slowly turned to face you. The moment his eyes locked with yours, you knew he was no longer the man you once knew. His sharp red gaze gleamed with a feverish intensity, and a twisted smile tugged at his lips. He looked gaunt, hollow, as if sleep and sanity had long since abandoned him.
“You came,” he said, his voice low, smooth, but tinged with something unsettling. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”
You took a hesitant step forward, your eyes scanning the room. On the table before him lay the culmination of his work—a creation. A body. It was large, humanoid, though something about it was grotesque in its stillness. The flesh, stitched together in patches, was pale and unnatural. Tubes connected to the figure pulsed with dark liquid, and electrodes attached to its temples sparked occasionally as Dottore worked feverishly on some unseen adjustment.
“What… what have you done?” you whispered, your throat dry as you stared at the lifeless form.
Dottore’s grin widened, his hands twitching with manic excitement. “I’ve done it. I’ve surpassed them all—Celestia, the Archons, the very laws of nature itself. I’ve created life!”
Your stomach churned at his words. “This… this isn’t life, Dottore. This is an abomination.”
His expression darkened, the once playful glint in his eyes replaced by something dangerous. “You don’t understand, do you? You never truly understood the potential. This creation—this being—is more than life. It is perfection, designed by me. It will be the first of many, a new race crafted from the brilliance of science and human ingenuity.”
You shook your head, taking a step back as the horror of it all sank in. “You’re playing with things no one should. This… this thing you’ve made—it’s not natural. You can’t just stitch together parts of the dead and call it life.”
Dottore’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you saw a flash of the man he once was. But that moment passed quickly, and the mad scientist was back, his voice dripping with condescension. “Natural? Do you think nature cares for the weak, the fragile? I’ve improved upon it. I’ve made something better. It can’t die, it can’t fail, and it will serve me as no living creature could.”
He moved closer to the table, his hands hovering above the switches and levers of the device connected to the body. The electricity in the room crackled with a strange energy, the tension thick and palpable.
“I invited you here,” Dottore said, his voice softening in an eerie imitation of warmth, “because I wanted you to witness the future. You’ve always understood me, haven’t you? You’ve been by my side for so long. I thought… you might appreciate the genius behind it.”
You stared at him, torn between the loyalty you once felt and the growing horror gnawing at your heart. He had lost himself, his brilliance consumed by ambition and madness.
“This isn’t right,” you whispered, taking another step back. “I can’t… I can’t be part of this.”
Dottore’s smile faltered, the disappointment clear in his eyes. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of hurt, but it was quickly replaced by the cold, calculating gleam you had come to fear.
“Pity,” he murmured, turning away from you. “I had hoped you would understand. But I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. When my creation awakens, the world will understand. You will understand.”
With a flourish, Dottore pulled the final lever. The room exploded with light and sound as the machinery roared to life. Lightning arced from the coils overhead, striking the body on the table with violent force. The air buzzed with raw energy as the figure convulsed, its limbs jerking in unnatural movements. The smell of burning flesh filled the room.
You watched in silent horror as the body twitched and spasmed, the once-lifeless form beginning to move with purpose. The creature opened its eyes—dull, glassy orbs staring into the void—and let out a low, guttural groan.
Dottore’s laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound of pure, manic joy. “It lives!” he shouted, his voice trembling with triumph. “I’ve done it! I’ve conquered life itself!”
The creature on the table sat up slowly, its movements stiff and jerky, like a puppet being manipulated by unseen strings. It looked around the room with blank, unfocused eyes, its mouth opening and closing as if trying to form words. But it was clear—this was no miracle of life. This was a mockery of it.
You couldn’t take it anymore. “Dottore, stop this!” you cried, your voice breaking. “This is madness!”
He turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a wild fervor. “Madness? This is brilliance! This is what humanity has been striving for all along. To become gods!”
But as the creature rose from the table, its body shaking with each movement, you saw something flicker in its eyes. Fear. Confusion. Pain. It was no god—it was a broken thing, pieced together by a man who had lost sight of what it meant to truly live.
The creature let out a low, mournful wail, its hands trembling as it looked down at its own patchwork body. For a moment, you thought you saw the smallest spark of humanity in its eyes, a brief glimmer of recognition. And then, it turned to Dottore.
The scientist stepped forward, his arms outstretched in a gesture of welcome. “You are my greatest creation,” he said softly, his voice filled with reverence. “You belong to me.”
But the creature’s face twisted into something dark, something primal. With a sudden, violent movement, it lunged at Dottore, knocking him to the ground. The two figures struggled, the sound of ripping flesh and grinding metal filling the air as Dottore’s creation fought against its maker.
You watched in horror, frozen in place as the scene unfolded. The scientist’s screams echoed through the lab, but there was nothing you could do.
In the end, Dottore’s obsession, his need to control life itself, had destroyed him.
As the creature stood over his broken body, it turned to you. For a brief moment, you thought it might attack, but instead, it simply stared. There was something in its eyes now—an understanding, perhaps. A sad, broken understanding of what it was and what it had been made to be.
And then, without a sound, it turned and lumbered out of the lab, disappearing into the cold night.
You stood there, the wind howling outside, your heart heavy with the weight of what had transpired.
Il Dottore, once the brilliant mind you admired, was gone—consumed by his own creation, a monster of his own making.
WE GOT MORE PHOSPHORUS
FANFIC WRITERS, DO YOUR THING, PLEASE
WE NEED
Frankenstein illustration for one of my classes :D
Mary shelly Frankenstein should be considered its own work from the movie
The movie adaptation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein has too many differences not to be considered its own work. There are many differences between the movie and the book, including major plot points not being explained and missing characters, there is also no preface. The preface gives an intro to the characters and the book's plot without it the reason for why Victor is after the monster is lost.
This is a quote from Frankenstein to Walton, who just found him out in the Arctic; they were looking for a trade route and stumbled upon him. “You seek for knowledge and wisdom, as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been.”(Shelly pg. 13)
{preface claim} Arguably, Walton is one of the most important parts of the story, offering the intro and how we first see Victor as a person and a creator. All of this leads into the story and how it is set up. In the movie, there isn’t a single explanation of what is going on or any kind of introduction at all; it opens with them watching a funeral (like creeps, I might add) and snatching the After the letters and meeting Walton, Victor starts to tell his story “I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this, I had deprived myself of rest and health." (Shelly pg.35)
This quote shows how ambitious Victor is. In the movie, however, it doesn’t explain why he makes his monster or show just how much effort he puts into it. With no explanation, there can be no characterization of Victor or any humanity applied to his reasons. After making his monster he abandons the Monster almost immediately “Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room” (Shelly pg. 35) this quote shows the man's blatant disgust with the work he created; this is something that the movie both represents and dose so unwell in the movie while it is there in the way “Henry” (they changed his name from Victor for some odd reason) speaks and acts but it comes off more as fear that a creator has for his creation this is a difference form the book to the movie. In the book, it is more disgust and horror at himself and the monster than the act itself and he deeply regrets it, However, in the movie it is fear of the monster and the act not at himself and what he has done.
There are also other characters who either have changed or simply do not exist altogether in the movie that should have been there. A while later after the monster has run away Victor gets a letter from his father that his brother is dead (I say a while because it is not explicitly stated). “About five in the morning I discovered my lovely boy, whom the night before I had seen blooming and active in health, stretched on the grass livid and motionless: the print of the murder’s finger was on his neck” (Shelly pg. 47) the murder of his brother is what spurs victor into going back to Geneva and finding the monster he says “the filthy daemon to whom I had given life. What did he do there? Could he be the murderer of my brother? No sooner had the imagination, than I became convinced of its truth” (Shelly pg.50)
Seeing the monster at his brother's Funeral spurs him to go after the monster to find him. This character's death is Victor's motivation to find the monster and talk with him or kill him to find out what he wanted or why he murdered Victor's brother. But in the movie, his brother doesn’t exist, so he loses that motivation that would normally be there.
The last and probably most important thing that is different from the book to the movie is that the monster is completely different in both the book and the film. Shortly after Victor finds the monster begins to tell his story “I began also to observe, with greater accuracy, the forms that surrounded me, and to perceive the boundaries of the radiant roof of light which canopied me.” (Shelly pg.72). This shows that after a while of getting his senses in order he started to understand what was going on around him and it shows about the same level of intelligence as in the film if not slightly higher. Later he tells Victor of his ability to read. “As I read, however, I applied much personality to my own feelings and condition.”(Shelly 91)
This quote is from the monster it shows how he can read and learn like the rest of us it humanizes him in the eyes of the reader and shows how he has a brain and feelings and the ability to comprehend what is going on around him at any given moment in the movie there is no humanization of the monster that he is simply a monster and that is all he kills with no reason and has no desire but to kill and hurt when the beast in the book just wanted to belong somewhere anywhere because all he had been met with was violence. By the end of the book the monster dies which is the same as in the movie. The two pieces of media are just simply too different there are missing characters and a preface and no explanation of the integral plot points and everything in the film seems to be done for no reason or the reason it is done has been changed. In conclusion, the film and the book are simply too different to not be considered their own separate works due to the lack of character explanations and backstory to the plot they should be considered different works.
As an Autistic and queer person myself, I totally understand why horror and dark fantasy overlap with our own understanding of the world. It's why movies like The Shape of Water or stories like Frankenstein resonate with those of us who feel othered by the world. We empathize with the monsters because in many ways, the monsters might just need someone who understands them.
Victor Frankenstein, playing god and defying all rules of ethics:
i present: the victor/viktor spectrum
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any one else into junji ito's works? my fav short story manga's from him are : remina ( that's my fav of all time, shows how humanity becomes Inhumane in such a crisis) , uzumaki , sensor, black paradox and Frankenstein. While my favorite smaller works of his are : hanging balloons, the human chair , the bully , Madonna , Army of One , The Enigma of Amigara Fault and Layers of fears ( this one really creeped me out 😭)
I REFUSE TO BELIEVE AARON MAHNKE IS A REAL PERSON!!
im trying so hard to get through frankenstein. i didnt retain anything i read and now i cant bring myself to listen to it. why is it so wordy. whats the word for wordy. i dont think google knows what i mean but wordy works in my mind. is there a bearable way to read this book? i think i’ve complained about the apple classic audiobooks before. this shit has to be ai. no way someone real can sound so emotionless. meanwhile spotify has this audiobook for the hobbit and its the most entertaining shit ever. it almost swayed me into keeping my spotify premium.
I got that Frankenstein build - emaciated and sleep deprived
I get that Victor was irresponsible for leaving the monster on his own but if a barely alive eight foot tall glowing eyed man was looming over me yeah I’d just kinda run too
Why didn’t anyone tell me the original Frankenstein novel slaps. I’m only at chapter 4 and something about chapter 3 just made me go ok yeah this book is rad. This is the most fun I’ve had with a school assigned book in years. The last time I enjoyed a school assigned book this much was Bridge to Terabithia.
finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING
look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth