Mary shelley - Frankenstein Flashcards
1797
born to radical philosophers William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft (who dies immediately after childbirth)
1811
Mary sent to scotland and spends adolescence in the countryside
1814
returns to London and meets the 21 yr old Percy Shelley at her father’s house
- she becomes pregnant a few months later and they flee to France with Mary’s stepsister Jane clairmont
February 1815
gives premature birth to daughter who dies 12 days afterward
January 1816
gives birth to son William
spring/summer 1816
begins writing Frankenstein while in Geneva
october 1816
Fanny Imlay (Mary’s half-sister) commits suicide
december 1816
Harriet shelley (Percy’s abandoned wife) commits suicide while pregnant
April 1817
finishes writing frankenstein
1818
Frankenstein published anonymously; third child Clara passes away
1819
Son William passes away
Son Percy florence was born who survives into adulthood
1822
Percy Shelley drowns
- Mary widowed at age 24
1826
publishes The Last Man, an eary scifi novel
after death of first child (Feb 1815)
Dream that my little baby came to life
again; that it had only been cold, and
that we rubbed it before the fire, and
it lived.
- looked at it as origin of Frankenstein
- child coming back to life => blurring line b/twn life and death
- reanimate brain
epistolary fiction
- a text in which narrative plot is conveyed by the exchange of letters between characters
- popular in 18th c.: Samuel Richardson’s Pamela (1740) and Clarissa (1747-48)
- associated w/ psychological interiority as characters attempt to make sense of the world by writing and reflecting
- enlightenment about exploring the world, rationality etc.
- people rationalizing relationship with the world
- when people map the world = usually about commerce and trade
- already introducing to a world of men understanding science to conquer world
- what motivates him to write to his sister?
- science is never subjective - Mary
Science and sea expeditions
This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life
analysis
- reading and culture is a way of mapping the world
- this is the era of hollow earth theory: very top and bottom of earth, there’s a hollow thing in the earth
- another world inside world and can get to it by going to north/south pole
Robert Walton’s desire for frienship
But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy, and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil, I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection. I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathise with me, whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend. I have no one near me, gentle yet courageous, possessed of a cultivated as well as of a capacious mind, whose tastes are like my own, to approve or amend my plans. How would such a friend repair the faults of your poor brother! I am too ardent in execution and too impatient of difficulties
analysis
- chief missing thing is a figure who can sympathise
- dream of communion with someone else - cult of sensibility
- what Victor is looking for as well => yearning for intimacy/connection
- dream of communion with someone else - cult of sensibility
- closest intimacy is among men
- women come and go
Robert and victor’s friendship
I said in one of my letters, my dear Margaret, that I should find no friend on the wide ocean; yet I have found a man who, before his spirit had been broken by misery, I should have been happy to have possessed as the brother of my heart.
- “brother of my heart” => have shared identity or affiliation that make it seem like they’re brothers together
- incestrous logic in novel -> blurring line b/twn elective and biological
- Victor has bodily compartment in world
Victor as creaturely
My affection for my guest increases every day. He excites at once my admiration and my pity to an astonishing degree. How can I see so noble a creature destroyed by misery without feeling the most poignant grief? He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mind is so cultivated, and when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art, yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence
- how do Robert and Victor interact w/ each other?
- a thesis and anti-thesis simultaneously
- Victor as a sensitive writer = cult of sensibility
- feels grief looking at his friend in pain
- description of Robert = sounds like a poet/writer
- this is what it means to be a romantic writer
Robert transcribing Victor’s tale
I have resolved every night, when I am not imperatively occupied by my duties, to record, as nearly as possible in his own words, what he has related during the day. If I should be engaged, I will at least make notes. This manuscript will doubtless afford you the greatest pleasure; but to me, who know him, and who hear it from his own lips–with what interest and sympathy shall I read it in some future day! Even now, as I commence my task, his full-toned voice swells in my ears; his lustrous eyes dwell on me with all their melancholy sweetness; I see his thin hand raised in animation, while the lineaments of his face are irradiated by the soul within. Strange and harrowing must be his story, frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course and wrecked it–thus!
- transcribing what Victor has told him
- Victor seems depressed
- level of mediation: Robert containing ceremony of how Victor came to be this way
Frankenstein
- updates the gothic tradition by imagining human psychology - rather than medieval castles or historical units as haunted
- epistolary frame narrative of the novel emphasizes characters’ psychological states
- human subjectivity as increasingly irrational or unpredictable: a counterpoint to Enlightenment era belief in progress and logic
- if left unchecked, what can science produce?
- first volume of novel: how to conquer and transcend world
- Victor wants to play god, wants to triumph over god & create life of his own: “hideous progeny”
- S&S responds to cult of sensibility, Frankenstein responds to Enlightenment
The origin story of Frankenstein
In the summer of 1816, we visited Switzerland, and became the neighbours of Lord Byron. At first we spent our pleasant hours on the lake, or
wandering on its shores; and Lord Byron, who was writing the third canto
of Childe Harold, was the only one among us who put his thoughts upon
paper. These, as he brought them successively to us, clothed in all the light
and harmony of poetry, seemed to stamp as divine the glories of heaven
and earth, whose influences we partook with him
- spent a lot of time inside, bad weather
Byron’s challenge
“We will each write a ghost story,” said Lord Byron; and his proposition
was acceded to. There were four of us. The noble author began a tale, a
fragment of which he printed at the end of his poem of Mazeppa. Shelley,
more apt to embody ideas and sentiments in the radiance of brilliant imagery, and in the music of the most melodious verse that adorns our language, than to invent the machinery of a story, commenced one founded on the experiences of his early life. Poor Polidori had some terrible idea about a
skull-headed lady, who was so punished for peeping through a key-hole—
what to see I forget—something very shocking and wrong of course; but
when she was reduced to a worse condition than the renowned Tom of
Coventry, he did not know what to do with her, and was obliged to despatch
her to the tomb of the Capulets, the only place for which she was fitted
- how they’re passing time inside
- Percy Shelley better w/ images than plot
The illustrious poets also, annoyed by the platitude of prose, speedily relinquished their uncongenial task
I busied myself to think of a story,—a story to rival those which had
excited us to this task. One which would speak to the mysterious fears of
our nature, and awaken thrilling horror—one to make the reader dread to
look round, to curdle the blood, and quicken the beatings of the heart. If I
did not accomplish these things, my ghost story would be unworthy of its
name. I thought and pondered—vainly. I felt that blank incapability of
invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing
replies to our anxious invocations. Have you thought of a story? I was asked
each morning, and each morning I was forced to reply with a mortifying
negative
- Mary doesn’t have a muse, divine spark of inspiration
- horrifying for her b/c she was living w/ famous writers
The dream turned nightmare
When I placed my head on my pillow, I did not sleep, nor could I be said to think. My imagination, unbidden, possessed
and guided me, gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with
a vividness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie. I saw—with shut eyes,
but acute mental vision—I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a
man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show
signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it
be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour
to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world. His success would terrify the artist; he would rush away from his odious handywork, horror-stricken
- representation of imagination is very different => it’s a nightmare
- horror image of creature gazing upon Victor
- nonverbal recognition b/twn creature and us => confronting Victor
The novel as transcript of the dream much like Robert’s transcription of Victor’s tale
Swift as light and as cheering was the idea that broke in upon me.
“I have found it! What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only
describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.” On the morrow I announced that I had thought of a story. I began that day with the
words, It was on a dreary night of November, making only a transcript of
the grim terrors of my waking dream.
- Mary copying transcript of dream like Robert copied what Victor tells him
- non-speaking eyes gazing on us
Frankenstein asks “what does it mean to be natural?” by interrogating the nature of science q
- is the creature natural?
- comprised of human body parts, although he’s artificially constructed
- Creature at the limits of the human
- hyper-human: learns culture, language, moves and looks like a human but not regarded as one
- enlightenment: what it means to be human or animal or exploring the world