New Ulm review., 1899-08-23
AN UNCANN Z STORY.

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AN NCA Nm Y STORY
ORIGIN OF THE eouLLEss MONSTER
OF FRAakENSTElfs.,
The Interesting History Of nm Old,
Time Novel That Il OFTEN Alluded.
20 In Literature and at Times Quot
ed Incorrectly.
Everybody, or nearly everybody, has
heard Of the novel of Frankenstetn,' s
though It Is not probable that many
persons read It nowadays. There are
SO many allusions to It In our litera-
ture, however, that one absorbs some
sort OF notion of 1t SO that he can
not help knowing that 1t is a weird and
CHASTITY story about q monster, hut
whether or not Frankenstein Is the
monster even we'll Informed people do
not always know, showing that they
never read the story.
Sometimes we hear illusions to
.Frankenstein's monster" as in one Of
Charles Summers orations, where he
speaks Of the "soulless monster Of
Frankenstein, the wretched creation
Of mortal science without God, and
sometimes the reference Is to Frank
enstein only, as If he were the mon
ster. OF course Sumner, who was
very particular IN his use OF figures Of
speech, was right When Mrs. Deland,
In her fine novel Of Sidney" makes
Major Lee say that christianity is a
Frankenstein,'' she suffers the major
| TO talk nonsense.
The story Of this weird novel and the
circumstances under which it came to
be written are decidedly interesting
and may be told in few words. The
facts are as follows:
In 1916 Mary Goodwin. afterward
Mrs. Shelley, eloped with Shelley, and
they took mp their residence near Ge-
neva, in Switzerland. They had Lord
Byron for q neighbor, and the three
passed much time together. Their con-
versation frequently ran on the occult
and the mysterious, and Byron one day
proposed that each should write a
ghost story. ALI agreed and went to
work, but 1t was not long before the
two poets gave 1t up as hopeless
task. They could write poetry, but
they could not write stories.
Mary persevered and completed her
tale in the spring Of 1917. When By
ron and Shelley heard it read, they
were surprised and delighted. 1t was
bound to be the novel Of the century!
The name of it was "Frankenstein; or,
The Modern Prometheus." 1t was i'm
mediately sent to London for publica-
ton and met with great success.
Frankenstein Is q Swiss youth,
student at the University Of Ingol-
stadt, deeply interested in the study of
chemistry and natural philosophy. He
resolves to penetrate the mysteries Of
life and death and wrest from nature
the secret Of creation. After prolong-
ed study he succeeds and discovers
how to tmpart movement and anima-
tion to hfeless matter.
He then resolves to mold colossal
man, making him beautiful in form
and feature and imbue him with life.
He carries on his work IN studio far
from the habitations OF man, labors
long and secretly, and at last the work
is is completed. There in the great room
lies tne form and semb1ance Of a hu-
man being, perfect in all his proper
tions. Frankenstein relates the story:
1T was on dready night in Novem-
Der that beheld the accomplishment
of my tolls. With an anxiety that al
most amounted to agony collected
the instruments Of life around me that
I might infuse spark Of being into
the ufeless thing that lay at my feet. z
1T was already o'clock In the
morning. The rain pattered dismally
against the window panes, and my
: candle was nearly burned out, when,
by the glimmer Of the half extinguish-
ed light, I saw the dull yellow eye Of
the creature open. 1t breathed hard,
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Slowly the immense creature arose,
and the artist, frightened at his own
work, fed away. Then he returns to
find his creation possessed of life and
every attribute Of humanity except a
soul Nowhere can 1t find human sym.
pathy. It is out Of harmony with all
things about it, and after searching
the world in pursuit Of happiness II
returns again to Frankenstein and de-
mands that he make a companion with
whom It can live in sympathy and
love.
Frankenstein declines, and thence
forth the monster pursues him with
hatred and revenge. It slays his broth
ers and sister, his friend and his bride.
It follows him to Russia, to Siberia
and into the Arctic ocean, and there
creature and artist perish together. Il
is q most uncanny story to read O.
nights.
Sir Waiter Scott reviewed the novel
in The Quarterly, but while admitting
its power confessed he did not like it.
"our taste and our Judgment revolt at
this kind Of writing" Ali the critics