Frankenstein: Annotated for Scientists, Engineers, and Creators of All Kinds

Frankenstein: Annotated for Scientists, Engineers, and Creators of All Kinds

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形式 ペーパーバック
ページ数 320
言語 英語
公開されました May 5, 2017
出版社 The MIT Press
ISBN-10 0262533286
ISBN-13 9780262533287
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Mary Shelley's classic tale of ambition and consequence captures the tension between creation and responsibility, resonating across time and discipline. In this annotated edition, a group of scholars and experts guides readers through the intricate layers of the story, providing insights relevant to scientists, engineers, and all creators. The annotations strive to connect Shelley’s narrative to contemporary discussions on ethics, innovation, and the implications of scientific discovery.

The complex relationship between Victor Frankenstein and his monstrous creation serves as a cautionary tale about the boundaries of knowledge and the unforeseen repercussions of pushing those limits. The annotations emphasize these themes, enabling readers to appreciate how the central questions raised in the novel reflect our current technological and moral dilemmas.

As readers delve into the text, they encounter not only a gripping narrative but also a rich tapestry of commentary that bridges the gap between literature and science. This collaborative effort encourages a multidisciplinary approach to understanding the intricacies of creation, responsibility, and ethical considerations.

Ultimately, this annotated edition of Mary Shelley’s masterpiece invites reflection on the profound questions that have echoed since its publication. It challenges modern creators to consider the weight of their innovations, making it an essential read for anyone engaged in the quest for knowledge and the power to shape the future.

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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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