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I hate Frankenstein.
I hate Frankenstein.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to put "Frankenstein" in italics. If I do, it means I hate the book, which is true (and becoming more so all the time). If I don't, it means I hate the character in the book, which is also true (and becoming more so all the time). It's hard to choose. I would say both at once, if I could.
The thing that annoys me about this book and its protangonist is that I have no idea why Victor wants to make this creature in the first place. "Because I can" seems to be his only impetus ... but on the basis of that, he neglects the rest of his life for years on end, and then when his experiment works, he runs away because it's scary-looking and he hates it.
Stupid guy. It's like being pregnant, getting all excited, buying baby stuff and going to Lamaze classes, but then in the delivery room saying, "Ew, that thing's all red and wrinkly and slimy!" And running away from it. Can't forget that part. (Actually, Victor takes a nap first, then wanders around town for a while, then bumps into his friend, then is sick all winter, in the way people were back when "swooning" was an understandable response to emotional trauma.)
I mean, really. Why did he make the thing, then? What's the point of this whole story? It's a "classic," so it's about Important, Abstract Things, it can be read a lot of different ways and is philosophical and stuff. I know that. But I would like it better if I could like Victor better. Stupid guy.
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I hate Frankenstein.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to put "Frankenstein" in italics. If I do, it means I hate the book, which is true (and becoming more so all the time). If I don't, it means I hate the character in the book, which is also true (and becoming more so all the time). It's hard to choose. I would say both at once, if I could.
The thing that annoys me about this book and its protangonist is that I have no idea why Victor wants to make this creature in the first place. "Because I can" seems to be his only impetus ... but on the basis of that, he neglects the rest of his life for years on end, and then when his experiment works, he runs away because it's scary-looking and he hates it.
Stupid guy. It's like being pregnant, getting all excited, buying baby stuff and going to Lamaze classes, but then in the delivery room saying, "Ew, that thing's all red and wrinkly and slimy!" And running away from it. Can't forget that part. (Actually, Victor takes a nap first, then wanders around town for a while, then bumps into his friend, then is sick all winter, in the way people were back when "swooning" was an understandable response to emotional trauma.)
I mean, really. Why did he make the thing, then? What's the point of this whole story? It's a "classic," so it's about Important, Abstract Things, it can be read a lot of different ways and is philosophical and stuff. I know that. But I would like it better if I could like Victor better. Stupid guy.
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