One of the crucial aspects of this excellent novel, which
relates to its status as a Gothic classic, is the way in which Shelley is very careful to create
the creature as both a man and a monster, which is a particularly Gothic dichotomy in Gothic
fiction. In his appearance, he is obviously a monster. His acts, too, point towards a monstrous
character. Yet, and crucially, we are never allowed to merely dismiss it as a monster outright.
Throughout the novel, it shows a capacity for thought and eloquence that allow it to reflect upon
its position and allow us to feel sympathy for him, particularly in the way that he was made to
have human feelings and intellect, but at the same time his physical appearance makes any
meaningful relationship with human's impossible. For me, one of the creature's most eloquent
moments comes at the end of the novel when he speaks of his own
end:
Soon these burning
miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of
the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will face away. My ashes will be swept into
the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace or if it thinks it will not surely think
thus. Farewell.
Surely this speech
points towards a dignity of mind and a level of thought worthy of the most noble of humans.
Throughout the novel, therefore, Shelley is careful to create a balance between viewing
Frankenstein's creation as both a monster and a man.
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