Where did Victors evil come from?

          As of writing this first post, I am only on chapter nine of the novel. The first four letters spoke about a lonely traveller who, while exploring the North Sea, found friendship he didn’t know he needed. I wondered how this was going to be implemented in the main story of Frankenstein, but I can see now that it set the general mood of the story.

Dr. Frankenstein grew up with a yearning for more knowledge. His parents allowed him to follow his passions and supported him all the way. This passion led to his creation of the creature. Every minute he spent vigorously studying was meant for this moment. Yet, when he sparked life into the creature he wanted to forget all he knew about science. After rushing out into the courtyard from the creature, he was filled with intense fear and regret. He became paranoid and thought that his creation would be on the path behind him.

“Like one who, on a lonely road,

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And, having once turned round, walks on,

And turns no more his head;

Because he knows a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread” (Shelley 60).

          My first connection to today’s world is that like Victor, some of us may feel very passionate about something right now, but after we dedicate lots of time and money just to get disappointed, we regret having wasted the time and closed other doors in life. I predict this may be the case for some high school students who decide to go to post secondary for 4+ years only to get the job that they didn’t realize they hated. With school being as expensive as it is, they may feel ashamed. I think that Victor is suffering from some form of this disappointment and in addition to dealing with the creature, he is also struggling to put his life back together.

Beginning on chapter five, Frankenstein’s mood was in sync with the weather. He called the night of his experiment “dreary” and he was “drenched by the rain which poured from a black and comfortless sky” (60). Victor felt so afraid and he had no one to comfort him since he’d left home. Without knowing where he was going because daylight had yet to show, he treaded down the dark street and reached an inn. Even after being saved by Clerval on the street his fear didn’t dissipate, and he eventually collapsed under the dark sky. In this scene, the weather seemed to get worse by the paragraph, foreshadowing his collapse.

In chapter seven, a thunderstorm clouded Victor’s journey home. It matched the gloomy atmosphere that began once Victor had learned of William’s murder. A flash of lightning lit up an unforgettable figure and Victor had a panic attack, clinging to a nearby tree. Once the creature left the area, the thunder stopped, Victor slumped down and sat in the pouring rain feeling guilty. In the novel, Mary Shelley expertly uses the weather to foreshadow Victor’s future, which is often dark, uncertain and sad. When the creature arrives the thunder creates suspense and the reader fears the worst. But once he departs, we are left with Victor and his mad theories under a tree in the pouring rain. This foreshadowed that the danger may be gone for now, but the coming events will surely not be happy ones.

        My  second connection to today’s world is that our weather can control our emotions, but the weather definitely doesn’t revolve around us, like it does Victor. On wet and rainy days, some people I know get intense migraines, but most just really don’t want to get soaked by rain. This can definitely make people upset, angry or just sad like Victor. I hope that after all these dark skies and thunderstorms, there may be a beautiful sunrise for Victor if he manages to survive the pain he is going through.

Works Cited

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Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft, et al. Frankenstein, or, The Modern Prometheus. Signet Classics, 2013.

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