The Role Of Society In Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Who is more human?

In this world today nobody is perfect, everyone is different in some kind of way regardless if you are fearless, fearful or it be you’re ambitious or enthusiastic. In this book by mary shelley the monster is more humane.

Society is inevitable. It will always be there as bliss and a burden. Society has always put a variety of labels on everything coming from good or bad, rich or poor, normal or aberrant. Although some of these are accurate, most are misconceptions. In Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, this act of unjust by society is exceedingly evident. Two of the most inaccurate assumptions of society is based of two of the most important characters, Dr. Frankenstein and the monster. In the book you see that the labels they

“My thoughts now became more active, and I longed to discover the motives and feelings of these lovely creatures; I was inquisitive to know why Felix appeared so miserable and Agatha so sad. I thought (foolish wretch!) that it might be in my power to restore happiness to these deserving people. When I slept or was absent, the forms of the venerable blind father, the gentle Agatha, and the excellent Felix flitted before me. I looked upon them as superior beings who would be the arbiters of my future destiny. I formed in my imagination a thousand pictures of presenting myself to them, and their reception of me. I imagined that they would be disgusted, until, by my gentle demeanour and conciliating words, I should first win their favour and afterwards their love” (chapter 12). The monster’s desire for familial affection and love makes him a sympathetic character and deeply human. Yet it also drives him to commit his immoral acts. "I continued for the remainder of the day in my hovel in a state of utter and stupid despair. My protectors had departed and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them, but allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death” (chapter 16). Everything the monster had learned was from a book and that book was taken from him. How cruel to take something away from someone who comes from nothing. “And what was of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my