There are several rather odd plot devices that some people
might consider just a little too convenient for the author. For instance, when the monster holes up in an
apparently completely unused shed-like structure attached to a shack, he is
allowed to eavesdrop through a boarded up window and listen to every word that
the inhabitants of the shack utter for months.
The fact that they never hear him make a sound - even snoring when he
sleeps – and never think to use or look in the shed for any reason, is just a
little too far-fetched. Mary Shelley is
asking us to suspend our credulity here, and in other ways as well. Perhaps the biggest leap of faith is the fact
that the monster employs first-rate diction and elocution in relating his tale
to Victor after listening in on the family that lives in the shack for a short
while; more than likely a family that doesn’t speak with very admirable
elocution itself.
And looking back to earlier passages, I seem to have missed
the segments that I had always been led to believe were in this book regarding
the acquisition and assembly of the various body parts and how they were
supposedly obtained from questionable sources like a graveyard for
criminals. My understanding is that the
version of the story I’m reading is unabridged, so I don’t think these more
gruesome details were simply left out.
Also, this copy is supposed to be the original text, before Ms. Shelley
was compelled to revise the book so that it wouldn’t offend her readers’
sensibilities. This classic story has
been reworked and embellished in so many ways over the years that I was
probably misled on this point.
The monster’s tale – a story within a story within a story
(remember that Victor is relating all this to the captain of the ship in the
arctic; our original narrator) – overlooks a number if difficulties and
questions left unexplained. As far as we
can tell, the monster “woke up” a blank slate, having no memories remaining
from his brain’s previous life. And yet,
he learns how to feed himself, acquires all the survival skills he needs to
keep from perishing in the wild, picks up a language by overhearing it, and
generally seems to have skipped vast segments of the childhood learning curves
we normal people have spent our lives mastering. But all this serves the purpose of the author
in having the monster narrate what happened to him in first person.
It probably has occurred to most of us that writing in first
person relieves an author of many of the burdens of writing well. After all, any discrepancies, contradictions
and even grammatical errors can simply be written off as the idiosyncrasies of
the narrating character. Was Ms.
Shelley, at the age of nineteen, perhaps a little apprehensive that her
craftsmanship as a writer would be subjected to severe criticism? So far, her story has had three different
first person narrators. The language to
modern ears seems quite erudite, so it’s hard to make such a charge stick. I particularly like first person prose, so it
doesn’t bother me in the least, but I have to believe that was part of the
reason. At any rate, it makes for a very
entertaining read in this case!
Next Week: Part
Two, Chapter Six through Part Three, Chapter Three
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