Frankenstein, The Modern Prometheus
Frankenstein is a novel written by English author Mary Shelley in 1818. The book follows the titular character, Victor Frankenstein, a young scientist who becomes infatuated with all aspects of life, including how to make it. He succeeds in his quest to create life only to be terrified by what he created. He flees the creation, later referred to as “The Monster”, “Frankenstein’s Monster”, or “The Creature.” This causes the creation to become enraged and vows to take everything away from his creator, as punishment for Victor creating him only to be left alone without purpose or meaning. This being one of the main conflicts of the story.
The Monster seeks meaning, something to give his life purpose. Frankenstein did not make The Creature with any real purpose in mind besides proving he could do it. Frankenstein made him because of his own obsession and selfishness. Becoming obsessed with the idea that he is a god for doing what he did.
The Monster therefore, has no reason to be alive, and hates Victor. The Creature, now deadset on making his father know his pain, sets off to make Victor’s life as empty and meaningless as his own. Ironically, finding his purpose. The Monster then kills off the loved ones on Frankenstein, one by one until Victor is driven mad.
Victor, after having everything he cared about taken from him by his creation, decides to hunt and kill the creature himself. Tracking and chasing the creature all around the world, he ends up in the North Pole lost and nearly dead. Only to be saved by an expedition making their way towards the arctic circle. Frankenstein then tells his story of the events that led up to now to the captain of the ship only to die after recounting his horrific tale. The Monster, seemingly having the last laugh over his father, and finally having purpose.