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                              Fri Mar 24 2000


Mary Shelley's novel "Frankenstein",
is haunted by the ghosts of many movies.

Reading it gave me a renewed appreciation
for the early 30s Frankenstein film.

Everyone knows of course that the monster
of the novel learns to speak eloquently,
while the movie has him remain
inarticulate.

But the stiched together body covered 
with scars, brought to life by a lightening
bolt...  that's all the invention of the       No neck bolts  
film, not the novel.			       for easy jump 
					       starts, either.


What technology did Shelley have
in mind for the creation of the
monster?


Shelley seems to imagine
Victor Frankenstein
mixing up flesh out of
raw chemicals.  The
phrase "spark of being"
is used once, but there's
no other allusion to
electricity. And his
trips to the graveyard
are more a matter of
anatomical studies,
understanding death in
order to tease out the
secret of life.  He                  
denies being able to             "I thought that if I    
revive the dead -- which         could bestow animation  
would be an obvious              upon lifeless matter, I 
spinoff app of the               might in the process of 
technology of the film.          time (although I now    
                                 found it impossible)    
                                 renew life where death  
                                 had apparently devoted  
                                 the body to corruption."
                                 
                   
                   FRANKENSTEINS_QUOTATION


Here's Victor's first impression of his
creation:

         His limbs were in proportion, and I
         had selected his features as
         beautiful.  Beautiful!  Great God!
         his yellow skin scarcely covered the
         work of muscles and arteries beneath;
         his hair was of a lustrous black, and
         flowing; his teeth of a pearly
         whiteness; but these luxuriances only
         formed a more horrid contrast with
         his watery eyes, that seemed almost
         of the same colour as the dun-white
         sockets in which they were set, his
         shriveled complexion and straight
         black lips.


And that's about it for the
physical description.
There's no menion of scars
or seams.
       
And despite being told repeatedly how 
horrible he looks, he sounds more like 
a tall goth with a skin condition.

===                                    
                                       
There are all sorts of possibilities in   
this material only hinted at by Shelley.

For example, Frankenstein regards these
creations as a new species, and worries
about them breeding a new race that preys
on humans.

It's not clear if the monster could
breed with a human female.  

    (It also isn't clear how well    
    Shelley, writing around 1818,    
    understood these matters...      
    But then, Edgar Rice Burroughs   
    remained confused on through the 
    1940s.  And we will not ask where
    Spock came from.)                
                                     

What if Frankenstein had created the
bride, and sent the pair of them off 
to the new world?  The mind reels at the
thought of the new genre of cowboys, 
indians and monsters...  (And suppose the 
monsters sided with the native americans?)

Or maybe they would settle up North, in
the French provinces (since they mind the
cold, not at all).  They could find
themselves recruited to fight the English
colonies down south, and re-make the map
of America... 

But somehow I imagine 
them just settling 
down in Europe.  

How monstrous are
they, after all?

===

What if Frankenstein were not quite
such an irresponsible 'parent'?

Charmed by the little smile
with which the big lug first
greets existance, Victor resolves
to give him a solid classical education.

The monster is a quick study, with
maturity of an adult combined with the
intellectual flexibility of a child.

Victor settles down with Elizabeth, and
she helps out with the lessons, glad to be
let in on the project.  They legally adopt
the monster, formally giving him the name
of Frankenstein (and unwittingly allaying
confusion in the minds of millions
everywhere).  But everyone just calls him
Cornelius.  Cornelius A. Frankenstein. 


Victor publishes his results and they all
become celebrities, invited to tour Europe.

At first Cornelius
often wears dark glasses
to hide his watery eyes, but people
seem to get used to them after awhile.
And a young oculist makes a name for himself
by coming up with a formula of eyedrops
to treat the condition.

Everyone is impressed with the
monster's elegance, and the heavy
make-up he uses to cover his yellow
skin gives him a kind of foppish,
ambiguous sexuality.  All the women
want to know if Frankenstein created
*everything* about him in proportion.

Elizabeth sucumbs to the
temptation, but the
divorce is relatively
peaceful...

Discretion being the better
part of valor when
contemplating a duel with a
7 foot tall monster.

Having pulled a Woody Allen,
Elizabeth finds it advisable
to move to France.  The
monster becomes a pianist,
renown for his impressive
reach.  They hang out a lot
with Chopin and Liszt, until
George Sand writes a novel
about them, using rather
transparent pseuodnyms (there
being few artificial giants
around). Resenting the
unflattering portrait, the
couple move back to Geneva.

Anyway, though the trips
to the South of France
had been nice, they
were very hard on the
monster's allergies.

Victor Frankenstein himself retreats to
Scottland and earns a fortune breeding
a new line of pets with the worst
features of cats, dogs and horses.

They're like hissing Chihauhaus with
little razor sharp hooves that chew up
the hard wood floors.  But people love
them anyway.

===

The Church spent quite a lot of time
debating the deep theological
implications of these developments

(Expressing an attitude summed up very
well recently by an AM radio personality
that asked "Do clones have *souls*?").

But the Church dithered around on this for
a few years, and the obvious popularity
that Cornelius enjoyed helped discourage
any overt restrictions against creating
new species.

Pretty soon the economic importance of the
new creations trumped the theological
implications, which is perhaps not a great
suprize.

===

Victor continues his researches,
And realizes that it isn't quite so
difficult to revive the recently
dead.

Medical science rejoices, and if a 
monster gets a little excited and
crushes a few throats, well that's a
fixable problem now.

Things are threatening to get a little
crowded with the expected lifespan of much
of Europe shooting off to infinity, but in
the time honored juggling act of
technological advances, Victor gets to
work on cranking out fixes for the
inevitable problems of a new biological
industrial revolution so close on the
heels of the first.

He comes up with a few good trys,
notably a line of food animals that
can live on almost anything... (rancid
cooking oil; crab grass; wet
newspapers... even Liverwurst).

The scavengers turn out to be very
good at cleaning up human messes
and greatly simplify the sewage
treatment problems of London and
Paris.

But it turns out that the cutting
edge of science has passed Victor
by.  He's greatly respected as the
founder of electro-orthogenesis,
but once he opened the door, there
was no stopping the young turks:

They're a veritable fountain of
alternate monster designs, and they
hit on a very successful competitor
that's less territorial, with strong
herd instincts. It enjoys living 
together in tight quarters. 
They hardly mind being packed away
into ghettos when they're not needed
for anything.

After awhile Victor is dismissed
as a bitter cranky old man who
hasn't had a good idea in years.

And he just won't let go of that
obsession with strangle-proof
voiceboxes.
   

A closing quote:      

         To examine the causes of life, we must
         first have recourse to death.  I became
         acquainted with the science of anatomy,
         but this was not sufficient; I must also
         observe the natural decay and corruption
         of the human body.

         ... I was forced to spend the days and
         nights in vaults and charnel-houses.

         I paused, examining and analyzing all
         the minutiae of causation, as
         exemplified in the change from life to
         death, and death to life, until from the
         midst of this darkness a sudden light
         broke in upon me - a light so brilliant
         and wondrous, yet so simple, 
         that while I became dizzy with the
         immensity of the prospect which it
         illustrated, I was surprised that among
         so many men of genius who has directed
         their enquires towards the same science,
         that I alone should be reserved to
         discover so astonishing a secret.

         I succeeded in discovering the cause of
         generation and life; nay, more, I became
         myself capable of bestowing animation
         upon lifeless matter.


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