In which Victor vows vengeance, pursues to the perilous pole, is saved by the stranded sailors, and all are awfully angsty.
And that concludes
Frankenstein! It took us a while, but we made it. I admit, this last bit especially is a bit of a slog (sorry it's so long, I really just couldn't make another all-Robert-Walton installment), with us returning to the framing story we don't really care about and
everyone talking about how miserable they are. What really sort of gets me in this section (as you can probably tell from my interjection at one point) is how both Walton and the monster sort of lionize Victor, and bemoan his sad fall due to persecution from the creature. Yes, Victor had a tragic downfall, but
it was of his own making. He's not the hero of this story. No one is, really, nor is anyone truly the villain (notice I never used the "iconic villain debut" tag in this book). And I'm not talking about "oh, his actions had terrible consequences that he couldn't possibly have foreseen," because he created a giant, sentient, intelligent creature and then just
abandons it. How could something bad
possibly come from that?
ANYWAY. This final cover comes from a 1934 edition published by Harrison Smith and Robert Haas, with cover and illustrations by
Lynd Ward (1905-1985). Ward was a very influential artist, best known for his engraved wood illustrations, particularly in his series of "
wordless novels" that strongly influenced the development of the graphic novel. He also illustrated hundreds of children's books, won the 1953
Caldecott Medal for his book
The Biggest Bear, and of course illustrated a number of classics, such as
Frankenstein here.
Man, look at that! I love the art deco / German expressionistic look of this. It's like Fritz Lang directed this book cover. Also, hee, monster butt. I really wish I could've used his illustrations in my posts, because they're just magnificent, really. Check out
Victor and the monster on the glacier! The monster
running among lightning trees!
William's murder!
Victor with his chemistry equipment! Hey, wait, that looks a lot... oh, Airmont Classics.
You plagiarizing scamps. (UPDATE: I forgot to link to the main site, where you can see a
whole bunch more of the illustrations from this edition! DISCLAIMER:
The guy
who compiled the site is
an author on an
apparent crusade to prove that not Mary but Percy Shelley wrote
Frankenstein, a position I do not support.)
Just a couple of quick notes in this one, as most of the being miserable was fairly straightforward. At 6:36, Victor pursues the monster into
Tartary and Russia, where Tartary was a large chunk of central and northern Asia that included Mongolia, Siberia, Turkestan, and Manchuria, among other regions. This is of course where the Tartars
we met in "Sleepy Hollow" came from.
At 33:38, Walton's letter from September 12th recounts how the ice broke up on September 9th. Well, the text actually says "September
19th" there, which was presumably a typesetting error in the 1818 edition due to the printer assuming that it was supposed to be the date of the next letter and thus should have a later number. It was corrected in later printings, so I figured I'd just change it myself rather than leave it weird and confusing.
Last, 48:21 the monster talks about Felix driving him from his door "with
contumely," which basically means "with insulting and humiliating treatment."
And that's a wrap! We're going to lighten things up a bit with our short story interlude, as well as our next book. Stay tuned!
If you would like to read along, the text can be found at Project Gutenberg. No reading ahead, though!