My lack of blog posts is due to my laptop freezing on me. And not the good type of frozen, like frozen pizzas. Just more like dead, frozen and soulless computer activity. I think my laptop may have sold its soul, if computers had souls? Eternal damnation.. Below is my second review for Lip magazine, first published here.
Don’t mess with God or women
Meet Victor Frankenstein. He’s an egotistical, loner-scientist who seeks godly esteem by creating his own masterpiece, his own “child.” Victor gives “birth” to this creation by trawling through graveyards (as you do) and assembling parts and limbs of the dead together like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle. Volia! Frankenstein’s DIY child: just add limbs and organs! No female required, coming soon to a store near you!
It is hard when reading Mary Shelley’s 1831 text to not take all the pop cultural baggage of Frankenstein’s baby on board. Puns aside, one must remember that this was written before Frankenstein costumes of deformed green faces were on display at your local supermarket for Halloween. We must remember that Frankenstein, in Shelley’s book, is the name of the scientist himself and the monster – sadly – remains unchristened and unnamed.
The novel slots into a gothic/science fiction category and is known famously for heeding the warnings of science taking its work outside the realm of morality. During the 19th Century science was fast becoming the popular kid in town. Science was not merely for intellects pursuing knowledge but also for the common person who sought entertainment in science fairs and shows. Now in the 21st Century, in the Western world Science has pretty much kicked God off its mighty pedestal as the creator of the universe. Shelley’s warnings and concerns may be seen relevant in the ongoing debate of cloning animals and persons regarding human nature.
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