Summary Of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein: A Narrative Fiction

Quote: He stated “I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures such as no language can describe…..I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation–deep, dark, deathlike solitude.”(Page 88).

Every work is a product of its time. Indeed, we see that in Frankenstein, like in the world which produced its author, race, or the outward appearances on which that construct is based, determines much of the treatment received by those at all levels of its hierarchy. Within the work, Mary Shelley, its author, not only presents a racialized view of its characters, but further establishes and enforces the racial hierarchy present and known to her in her own world. For the few non-European characters, their appearance, and thus their standing in its related hierarchy, defines their entrances into the narrative. For the Creature, this occurs on the ices of the Artic, when, “atop a low carriage, fixed on a sledge and drawn by dogs, pass on towards the north, at the distance of half a mile;” Walton and his men perceived, “a being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature.” (Shelley 13) Shelley clarifies, even this early in her novel, the race of its principal Other as soon after the intrepid adventurers rescue its namesake, Victor Frankenstein, who, Shelley clarifies, “was not, as the other traveller seemed to be, a savage inhabitant of some undiscovered island, but an European.” (Shelley 14) Later, closer examination of the Creature reveals a visage and figure of near unimaginable disfigurement, with a “shrivelled complexion,” and yellow skin which “scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath.” (Shelley 35) This could be contrasted directly

In Frankenstein, written by Mary Shelley, the creation, made from scraps of corpses, was built by Victor Frankenstein, a man fascinated and obsessed with the knowledge of life. Following the creation’s rouse, Victor immediately abandons him with no desire on keeping or teaching his new being. Because of his lack of nourishment and direction “growing up”, the creation goes through a process of self-deception. He endures a period of deceit by believing that he is a normal human being like everyone around him. But as time progresses, he learns to accept how he is alone in this world and disconnected with everyone. Because of the creation’s lack of guidance and isolation, he grows up feeling unwanted.

John Locke is one of the most influential Enlightenment thinkers and is famously known for asserting that all humans have natural rights. He also believed that humans are born with clean slates, and that the environment humans grow in, especially at a young age, has massive influences on aspects of their personalities, ideals, and motivations. Shelley was most definitely influenced by this claim when writing Frankenstein. As the reader, we can see the monster that Victor Frankenstein creates grow up alone, without guidance, and be formed by the experiences it is put through while trying to survive. Its emotions and beliefs throughout the book were merely a result of its experiences as it encounters the harsh reality of the world. Mary

She looked at the ground, and her eyes looked left and right and she just nodded. I asked her again if she had been struck how. She said he (her boyfriend) pushed her. (Her boyfriend’s name is Gary Laxson, he owns a tattoo parlor next door to the Cellar Door bar.)

Mary Shelley used this poem to show the freedom of one's future and the change(s) that will come with it. The poem also mentions one little thing such as a dream or a “wandering thought” can ruin a bigger idea. In the story, it was recently addressed that before the poem, “If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free”. This passage can be implying that the non-essential things in life are the things that poison us or make us change. The poem’s purpose in this part of the book is to amplify the speaker's last words of the paragraph that state, “...we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that word may convey to us.”. It makes the message of “things will change” very clear to the

She violently smashed his head in with the bronze candlestick. She did it constantly. She didn’t slow down until she was certain he was dead, but even then she still didn’t stop.

'wait... what?' She looked down at her arms and then at the door. The door was sealed firmly shut but she was not tied down heavily at all and a couple of firm wriggles after she was free of the table and with a drugged cry her body hit the cold floor. Surrounding her were the instruments that they had been using to poke and prod at her, some still covered in her own blood and of course that large syringe lying where it had been dropped.

MJ thought for a second, moved the guns away from her head, and smile. “Shit, baby girl. I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just playing! You know I wouldn’t dare shoot you…In the head.” With a disappearing smile that turned into a frown, pointing the barrel at her chest, he aimed straight for her heart. “This is what you fucked over, BITCH!” He squeezed off 4-shots, piercing straight through her heart…

Her fragile human body was twisted into an array of awkward poses. Her neck snapped back impossibly. Her arms bent

Everyone in the room gasped at the sight of the half woman dead on the floor, her body seeming lifeless and her hands were at her wound, as if she was trying to stop

To begin with, Percy is quite intelligent for such young age. While executing the quest, at the air and space museum Percy and his friends approached a ferocious and gigantic Nemean lion, craving flesh. As the beast growled furiously, Percy sprang into action. He struggled to recall how Hercules fought such animal with his bare hands. Instead the hero used his own wisdom. Percy realized the beast could only be destroyed by suffering a pierce to the mouth. Percy sprinted to the nearest gift shop, grabbing various packaged space food. He threw the dry and unappetizing substance into the Lion’s mouth, distracting the monster. While the creature roared in disgust, Percy and his companions managed to shoot arrows into its maw, eliminating the lion.

“No, I’m sorry,” Leorio replied, self-consciously rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean...I didn’t mean any of those things I said. I was just so angry…” he drifted off, into silence, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “...but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have yelled at

“It’s your fault. There’s no other way this story goes,” said Elise, her voice leaving traces of hate to linger.

“Don’t.” The woman croaked. She was desperately fighting the urge to pass out. Maybe his wife? No matter. As the dagger plunged down, he saw her turn her head away.