Chris began a new independent reading novel this week. Long gone are the days of One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. Here are the days of Frankenstein. Chris realizes now that the name of my blog is as obsolete as Mariah Carey when it's not Christmas. Having no knowledge of how, nor energy to, change the name of this wonderful work of literary art, Chris digresses.
"Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction."
"Such were the professor's words- rather let me say such the words of fate, enounced to destroy me."
We all know the overlying story arch of Frankenstein. Man creates monster, monster turns on man, angry mob, yada yada. So it comes to no surprise that Mary Shelley's book is oozing with foreshadowing, suspense, and just a dark, eerie aura of impending disaster. The narrator, Victor Frankenstein (from this point on Chris will call him Vic), is retrospectively relating the story of his demise to the readers. There appears to be a reoccurring theme of destruction- but what kind of destruction? Vic is telling the story, so Chris is assuming that he survives. Could it be a destruction of everything Vic holds near and dear? His father, his friends, his adopted sister (who may or may not have been "given" to Vic on his mother's deathbed, but this relationship is a whole other story)? Or could it be a destruction of morals? Is Shelley warning that tampering with science and nature and the very essence of man could be our undoing? Chris is certainly excited to find out. Chris is also wondering about the whole brother- sister thing as Chris is a little confused and worried. Poor girl has no idea what she's getting into. Stay tuned.
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