Frankenstein

Frankenstein

によって Mary Shelley
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Romance Mystery Science Fiction +23 more
形式 キンドル
ページ数 49
言語 フランス語
公開されました Jan 1, 2018
出版社 ATOZ Classics
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ISBN-10 2378072457
ISBN-13 9782378072452
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In the compelling narrative crafted by Mary Shelley, the tale unfolds through the tragic journey of Victor Frankenstein, a brilliant yet ambitious scientist driven by an insatiable quest for knowledge. His relentless pursuit leads him to defy nature itself, as he embarks on the audacious endeavor of reanimating lifeless matter. The birth of his creature, however, spirals into chaos, marking the beginning of a harrowing exploration of responsibility, rejection, and the darker facets of human ambition.

The creature, initially innocent and yearning for companionship, faces the harsh realities of a world that shuns him. He embodies both the potential for great depth and the anguish of isolation, leading readers to reflect on the impact of societal judgment and personal connection. This poignant dynamic between creator and creation raises profound questions about humanity and the consequences of playing god.

Throughout the narrative, themes of alienation and existential dread resonate powerfully, inviting readers into a contemplation of identity and moral responsibility. As Victor grapples with the monstrosity he has unleashed, the story illuminates the fine line between genius and madness, compelling individuals to consider the limits of scientific exploration.

Set against a backdrop of gothic elements, the novel evokes an atmosphere of dread and foreboding, immersing readers in a world of dark secrets and ethical dilemmas. Shelley's masterpiece remains a relevant and thought-provoking reflection on the complexities of creation, humanity, and the eternal quest for acceptance in a world that often misunderstands.

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I loved this book. The story is so intense and emotional. It’s not just about the monster, it’s about loneliness, mistakes, and wanting to be loved. Mary Shelley’s writing is amazing, and the way she shows emotions and makes you think is the perfect point of this book.

This book dives straight into the consequences of unchecked ambition, the ethics of creation, and the devastating loneliness of being made “wrong” by the world before you ever get a chance to exist. Victor Frankenstein is brilliant but catastrophically irresponsible — he wants the glory of creating life, but none of the accountability that comes with it. His cowardice is honestly more monstrous than the creature’s violence.And the creature? Shelley gives him a terrifying level of emotional depth. He’s articulate, perceptive, painfully self-aware. His tragedy isn’t that he’s ugly — it’s that he learns empathy first, and cruelty second. Watching him shift from yearning for connection to calculating vengeance is the kind of character arc modern authors still try and fail to replicate.What really carries the novel is its atmosphere. The isolation. The raw, bleak landscapes mirroring the absolute unraveling of two souls who can’t escape each other. Shelley understood existential dread before we had a name for it.Is the pacing Victorian? Obviously. Does it meander? Sure. But the ideas are sharp enough to cut through any slow patches, and the emotional intelligence on display is still leagues above most contemporary “dark academia” imitators.Bottom line: Frankenstein is a masterpiece because it doesn’t just tell a story — it forces you to confront what responsibility, compassion, and monstrosity actually mean. And every time you reread it, you walk away with a slightly different answer.

This book dives straight into the consequences of unchecked ambition, the ethics of creation, and the devastating loneliness of being made “wrong” by the world before you ever get a chance to exist. Victor Frankenstein is brilliant but catastrophically irresponsible — he wants the glory of creating life, but none of the accountability that comes with it. His cowardice is honestly more monstrous than the creature’s violence.And the creature? Shelley gives him a terrifying level of emotional depth. He’s articulate, perceptive, painfully self-aware. His tragedy isn’t that he’s ugly — it’s that he learns empathy first, and cruelty second. Watching him shift from yearning for connection to calculating vengeance is the kind of character arc modern authors still try and fail to replicate.What really carries the novel is its atmosphere. The isolation. The raw, bleak landscapes mirroring the absolute unraveling of two souls who can’t escape each other. Shelley understood existential dread before we had a name for it.Is the pacing Victorian? Obviously. Does it meander? Sure. But the ideas are sharp enough to cut through any slow patches, and the emotional intelligence on display is still leagues above most contemporary “dark academia” imitators.Bottom line: Frankenstein is a masterpiece because it doesn’t just tell a story — it forces you to confront what responsibility, compassion, and monstrosity actually mean. And every time you reread it, you walk away with a slightly different answer.

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