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Frankenstein

Frankenstein is a novel by Mary Shelly. The genre of the novel is Gothic fiction and horror story.

The story begins with Robert Walton, the captain of a ship sailing towards the North Pole. There he encounters Victor Frankenstein, who was traveling by dog-drawn sledge and was not in good health. Walton takes him on the ship and helps him. Victor tells his story to Walton.

Victor first describes his early life in Geneva and his education at university of Ingolstadt to study natural philosophy and chemistry.

He was so passionate for his scientific experiments. And one night, he brings his creation to life. When he looked at the monstrosity that he has created, he also afraid and falls into feverish illness.

He decides to go to home but before he came, he receives a letter from his father informing him that his youngest brother, William, has been murdered. Grief-stricken, Victor hurries home. While passing through the woods where William was strangled, he catches sight of the monster and becomes convinced that the monster is his brothers murderer.

Arriving in Geneva, Victor finds that Justine Moritz, a kind, gentle girl who had been adopted by the Frankenstein household, has been accused. She is tried, condemned, and executed, despite her assertions of innocence. Victor feels heavy grief. Hoping to ease his grief, Victor takes a vacation to the mountains. While he is alone one day, crossing an enormous glacier, the monster approaches him. The monster admits to the murder of William and also begs Victor to create a mate for him.

Victor goes on desolate island to make female monster. One night, struck by doubts about the morality of his actions, Victor glances out the window to see the monster glaring in at him with a frightening grin. Horrified by the possible consequences of his work, Victor destroys his new creation. The monster, enraged, vows revenge, swearing that he will be with Victor on Victors wedding night.

The monster kills Victor's best friend Henry Clerval. Shortly after returning to Geneva with his father, Victor marries Elizabeth. He fears the monsters warning and suspects that he will be murdered on his wedding night. To be cautious, he sends Elizabeth away to wait for him. While he awaits the monster, he hears Elizabeth scream and realizes that the monster had been hinting at killing his new bride, not himself. Victor returns home to his father, who dies of grief a short time later. Victor vows to take revenge.

In search of monster Victor encounters Walton, and the narrative catches up to the time of Waltons fourth letter to his sister. Walton tells the remainder of the story in another series of letters to his sister. Victor, already ill when the two men meet, dies shortly thereafter.

When Walton returns, several days later, to the room in which the body lies, he sees the monster weeping over Victor. The monster tells Walton of his immense solitude, suffering, hatred, and remorse. He asserts that now that his creator has died, he too can end his suffering. The Creature vows to kill himself so that no others will ever know of his existence. Walton watches as the Creature drifts away on an ice raft that is soon lost in darkness, never to be seen again.

There are many film adaptations also available.


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