Looks Aren’t Everything

Starting from where we left off, almost every being is put here with the ability to learn from experience. Sadly, we can’t change the way that Victor treats his creation and thus, it has to learn on it’s own. Given that it has no previous experience with the outside world, it takes a few screw ups and criticisms for The Monster to learn it’s own morals.

Victors monster is created, pure and without karma. If he was created looking like a normal person, he would be a lot more privileged and probably cut more slack by the locals instead of getting screamed at and scaring off everyone he meets. It only takes one mistake for him to be seen as a disgusting abomination. Starving, poor and ugly, the monster takes the liberty of stealing food from one of the locals. Even though he was fending for himself, he still shows remorse for the acts he committed. A good example of the monster showing proper empathy is when him and Victor meet on the top of the snowy mountain and have their first proper encounter. “How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause the to turn a favorable eye upon thy creature?” (Shelly, Pg. 96) The monster obviously only wants Victors attention and wants him to acknowledge him as a sentient being and not just a walking abomination. Victor still decides to just see him as a mistake when he says “Cursed be the day, abhorred devil, in which you first saw the light! Cursed (although I curse myself) be the hands that formed you!” (Shelly, Pg. 96) He curses himself because he’d not yet willing to accept the mistake that is now his responsibility.

Mallonee, Laura. “Hunting for Frankenstein in Switzerland’s Melting Glaciers.” Wired, Conde Nast, 21 May 2018, www.wired.com/story/searching-for-frankenstein-switzerland/.

It seems as though Victor can’t see past what’s right in front of him. Standing there is his creation, nearly his child. He refuses to acknowledge his existence. At this point, I finally made up my mind on the type of man victor is (if you can even call him that). Given all the benefits of living a prestigious life, the schooling, the money, the house, he proceeds with blaring his arrogance. He’s unwilling to swallow his pride and see this being as his own. All that Victor sees is a walking, poetically talking, abomination. It wasn’t until he decides to hear his monsters story where he finally, “felt what the duties of a creator towards his creature where,” (Shelly, Pg 97). Victor, being the egotistical self he is, falls into a deep, suicidal depression. Victor is a man who’s only looking out for his own interests. I don’t think he really cares about what the monster wants. All he wants is this creature to be off his back. He acknowledges it as his creation but still doesn’t want to take responsibility to it.

Throughout the entire life of the monster, he’s looked down upon and scrutinized for being different. Not only by Victor, but the locals as well. This poor being is screamed at and never accepted by anyone. I think the demand for a companion is a fair one being how the only one who will truly be able to empathize with The Creature is, well, another Creature. When we look at this logically, as humans, we tend to stick by like minded people. We gravitate towards people we can relate to and praise the ones who can see past what’s right in front of them. If you ask me, that’s what true intelligence is. True empathy is something that’s lacking in this world we live in. Donald Trump, for example, looks at people south of the border as people who, “are bringing guns, bringing crime, they’re rapists,” claims like these marginalize people who aren’t from where they live. There’s still much to learn in modern society about properly examining people for who they are, not what they look like or where they come from.

There’s never a time where Victor stops and thinks, “maybe if I treated them nicely and accepted them, we could actually connect on some way.” This poor creature is forever condemned and scrutinized by the people around him. Victor wasn’t willing to see through his creation and see a kind hearted, friendly creature that he could’ve raised like a proper child.

Citation: Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft. Frankenstein, or, The Modern Prometheus. Modern Library, 1999.

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