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“… he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.” (Shelley 52)

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All I could remember were the sounds; people yelling at the police force ahead of us, holding up signs that ranged from ‘LOVE IS LOVE’ to ‘WE’RE HUMAN TOO.’ There were thousands of us rallying, yet the stretch of people could make you think of a much, much bigger crowd than just that.

I was one of the front pusher for the protest, holding a sign of my own as well. “Love! Trumps! Hate! Love! Trumps! Hate!” The mantra had turned from a chant into a screaming match, the police officers owning a mantra of their own to battle ours back.

“Just go home, you scum! This won’t make any difference, no matter how long you stay out here!” One particular officer snarled, before landing his impatient gaze onto me. I stared back at him as I continued to scream, to cry out for Justice from our government, as the officer took a small but menacing step towards me. “All you are is a freak. A goddamn freak of nature, you hear me?” I averted my eyes from him as he spoke, yet that only seemed to spur the man further. One more step towards me, towards us. “You’ll never fit in with society, you ugly piece  of human garba-”.

He was cut off as another protestor beside me shoved him back, a spunky-looking girl with chopped hair dyed as blue as the afternoon sky. While she did so, she continued to chant, her eyes holding a challenge towards the officer. He smiled wickedly. “Oh, you know it’s true. YOU ALL KNOW THAT IT’S TRUE! YOU DON’T BELONG HERE WITH US, YOU MONSTERS! LEAVE US BE! YOU’LL NEVER BE A PART OF SOCIETY WITH US!” The stranger pushed the officer once more, much harder, and knocked him to the ground.

Immediately after the girl shoved him once more, all Hell seemed to break loose. Suddenly all of the officers surged forward, their fiberglass shields raised and thrust into our faces, forcing us back as they helped their fallen man. Out of the corner of my eye. I could see one policeman push his shield so hard into a man’s face that it seemed to break his nose, blood gushing downwards at a nonstop. Shouts continued, but they changed from our mantra into shouts of fear as protestors were forced backwards. Someone linked their arm into mine, and in a daze of confusion I swung my attention to my side. There she was, standing like a beacon of hope for everyone around her; the girl with the blue hair, a triumphant smile planted on her dark-painted lips. She shot her eyes at me and winked, her smile growing larger. “Don’t even think about listening to them. We’re just as human as them, if not more.” She swung her attention back to the scene in front of her. “WE’RE HUMANS, TOO! WE’RE HUMANS, TOO!” In her other arm, another person was linked, then another, and another, until a wall of us were standing up against a wall of them. Even my other arm became captive to the cause, and I soon found myself shouting along with everyone else, begging for our voices to be heard by not just the force ahead of us, but the entire world; “WE’RE HUMANS, TOO! WE’RE HUMANS, TOO!”

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In the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, readers see the constant rejections from society that the creature must endure, as well as name calling such as “demon”, “monster”, and countless other terms. Although this novel was written in the 19th century, those elements are still present today. For my creative writing project, I decided to use the setting of an equality protest. The reason why I did so is because of the backlash that the protestors receive, not only from the police force, but also from pedestrian viewers and others who watch on a glass screen in the safety of their own homes. Instead of sticking to an exact scene in the book, however, I took the liberty of basing my story on a quote, which can be found in Chapter 5, after Frankenstein has created the creature; “… he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.” (Shelley 52) This quote not only embodies the first rejections made towards the creature in its brief moments of innocent life, but also portrays the complete and utter helplessness that the creature is forced into. The creature, barely coming into existence, tries to welcome his “father”, Victor Frankenstein, by reaching out to him while he is lying in his bed, causing Frankenstein to panic for his own safety instead of trying to incorporate his experiment into society properly. This rejection causes the spur for the rest of the novel, from the creature learning life from a distance to the multiple murders committed. If it was not evident in my story, I had made a twist on the tale by creating a “happy” ending, with people rising up together instead of apart, in order to fight for what they believe is right and just.

– Jody R. Omlin

(SIDE NOTE: I do have a different version of Frankenstein that I am quoting from, so if you cannot find the passage on page 52, don’t worry! It is found in Chapter 5, when Victor awakens to find his creation staring down at him and smiling. :))

By Galilea Sanchez

There they both stood, standing face to face on a chilly mountain, surrounded by the glistening white snow. With the creature’s long awaited question ready to slip confidently from his black lips. 

“I want you to make me a wife.” he said, without a stutter or blink of the eyes. 

Victor stood there, deeply contemplating the story his creature had just shared with him. It had really touched him, and the creature’s modest request truly was the least he could do for all he’d made him suffer. In his head he pictured her, a female creature just as unpleasing to look at, yet standing, with a wide smile on her dead lips next to the creature, with their hands intertwined. With the same dead skin, connecting them for life. Then Victor’s imagination stretched farther, and he saw two kids accompanying the strange couple. The tallest of the two a pretty young girl, with long flowing back hair flowing behind her yellow shoulders, holding the hand of an even younger boy. 

And then his imagination drifted further still. A whole town full of yellow-skinned creatures of all shapes and sizes, living peacefully among themselves all resembling his original creature in one way or another. Then suddenly his head started spinning, a yellow blur of identical creatures consuming him and he landed at the creature’s feet, rubbing his eyes.

He stood up, looking the creature, straight in his dark, watery eyes. “I’ll do it.” he said.

 The creature stood there once again looking at his creator, only now with concealed amazement. It had worked, it had really worked. He had managed to manipulate this insignificant human into fulfilling his demand. Managed to sell him a made up story of suffering. The truth was that the tale he had relayed to Victor, was all a lie. The truth was that he had spent his days in a pub, wearing a large black coat that covered all that needed to stay hidden. There he would sit, intoxicated and thinking constantly of the beautiful women that would occasionally pass by. But he was not dumb, he knew that any normal women would never accept him, and so he set out to find Victor, and ask him for the only thing his lonely life was missing, a wife, made just for him.

But now, the creature saw an even happier future for himself, perhaps…one with two wives? It had been easy enough to ask for one, could Victor be tricked into making two female creatures just for him? There was only was to find out.

“If one wife could cure all my pain,” he said dramatically, “perhaps, two could heal me even faster.” 

Victor’s eyes grew wide. He stood there stunned. How could he have been so ignorant. Here he was finally resentful of his actions and all his creature could think about was women! Had he no idea of all the worry and fear he had caused him? But this request was too much of a disrespect to him. With one last glance at the creature he said the words, “It seems to me that a bit more pain would do you just fine.” And with that he set out, away from the creature, leaving him alone once again. 

Well, no matter, thought the creature unaffected by rejection, I’ll just have to build a wife, myself.


If you’re looking for an entertaining and unexpected change to the well-known novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, look no further. In this short but promising rewritten scene of the novel, the author manages to create a creature of her own, one, perhaps, even smarter and creative than the one in the novel. The scene selected is the one where the creature has finished sharing his tragic journey to Victor, and has mustered up the courage to ask Victor for a female creature to accompany him in his solitude. After revealing to Victor all the supposed hardships he faced on his journey to confront his creator, Victor is faced with making a crucial decision that could affect not only his life and the creature’s, but possibly the whole world’s. And instead of rejecting the creatures request, as seen in the novel, things take a different turn, and then, even more turns. 

Full of colorful and descriptive language, the author has the reader hooked and anticipating the creature as well as Victor’s next move. Although the  story seems to be predictable at first, as you read further, there are unexpected changes and plot twists that await, overall leaving the reader wanting more. While managing to keep some aspects of the original novel as well as the initial atmosphere in the scene, the author shows a new and fresh way this scene could have occurred. A single picture sets the mood of the scene and serves its purpose in the story, showcasing the possible selection of wives for the creature envisions for himself. Ultimately, this nicely written alteration of the novel, gets the reader thinking of the countless directions Victor and his creature’s story could have taken, based simply on a single decision, to create or not create a female creature. 

As I ran and ran far away from the scientist who created me who I heard was named Victor Frankenstein, I felt free and alive! When I looked down at my palms I never wanted to look this way and portray a Monster because that was my appearance. After stopping and getting some air in my lungs I continued walking and letting the coldness touch every part of my body. Which I certainly liked, but after seeing my reflection on a store window I realized I looked appalling and couldn’t stand looking at myself any longer. So, I decided I was going to seek revenge from my creator for creating me the way he did.

After I found  an alley I hid there because I didn’t want people to see me or any parts of my body for that matter since I looked all disfigured. I looked down upon my body and saw that I was almost naked since the only item I was wearing was a thin sheet of plastic that the scientist had put on me. So I went in search of clothing and to my dismay I found a dumpster with clothing and food so I tore it apart looking for clothing that would cover my hideousness.

I never realized that people lived in the narrow buildings that I came across. Until I saw a family through a window watching a television program and chatting away. I was intrigued by this family because there was this girl who showed symptoms of this disability she had. Since, I was so fascinated by this caring family I observed them for weeks and I became knowledgeable by just listening and watching them interact amongst each other. I never even knew what a disability meant until I heard the father and the older boy converse saying how they needed money to pay for some medication for the girl. I soon realized that this girl was in a way similar to myself because she never went outside or was even able to communicate with her father and brother.

When her brother was teaching her sister vocabulary and how to pronounce words I had developed my mind and learned to speak thanks to this family. I saw how they cared for one another and from observing this family for some weeks I learned empathy. And I realized that maybe Victor Frankenstein my creator never wanted any harm to come to his creation so I disregard my plan to seek revenge. At last, I went back to reconnect with my creator, but when I return Victor and his partner both look at me in disgust. At that moment the only thing I could think of was hurting him for bestowing this upon me. So I retrieve a knife that was on the table and stab Victor in the chest. What I didn’t realize was as the knife penetrated his chest the other scientist slit my throat. We both collide against each other towards the ground and death took a hold on us.



For this creative writing story, I offer a modern adaptation of Mary Shelley’s novel. I wrote this piece in the creature’s perspective and in this famous scene where the creature learns to speak and gain a better understanding of the outside world. In this short story instead of the De Lacey family, the creature stumbles upon another family who has also gone through some hardships. Especially because they have a daughter who has this disability that later on the creature comes to learn about. Although the ending takes another turn I wrote this scene because it was one of the most important events that happened in the novel.  The creature both in the novel and in the short story gains an emotional maturation without having any association with either family. I always wondered what if this creature never wanted to be created and because of Victor Frankenstein’s over indulgence of science he was created. Hence, I wrote about the creatures inner thoughts and how I feel he would have felt. Also, instead of the creature being in a forest like the way he is in the novel I used an alley. I wanted this story to be modern and an alley gives him protection from the outside world as well as a close view of society. I ended the short story slightly different from the original novel because I wanted the creature to express his emotions towards Victor, who only cared about his obsession of animating the dead. Even though both the creator and creature died in this piece I was able to bring out the being in the monster.

-Guadalupe Andrade


Karla Garcia

English 10

Dr. Garcia

27 November 2018


Frankenstein: “The Creature’s Wish Tangible”

A poet word’s once said, ‘some say the world will end in fire, some say ice.”

Of what he desired whether that of either fire or ice, fire became the price.

But it was not always so.

Unforgiving bitter white snow was the first to show

The world was coated with hard slick ice filled with nights of impenetrable darkness

And obscured the time which had been thought as harmless

Thus, an experiment began to procure mankind’s selfish blinded request

And thought himself highly safe and blessed

Throughout this selfish blinded endeavor man’s creature was thought deficient

His features became the deciding factor that of which man spurned and cursed

For it expressed hideous uncanny deformity and was left ultimately submersed

As the story goes, the Creature’s injustice rightly burst and surged

Expressing his emotions toward his selfish and uncaring creator he urged

But his rightly and justly felt cries were unheard

Both their miseries were thence by consequence intertwined

Days became months then years, and one declined thus fell behind

Justice for the creature’s pleas was erased and replaced with remorse

Thus, the creature’s last words were in due course

A funeral pile with torturous flames was to be his decided demise

Such odd desire for the world was still covered in thick cold ice

But now the same urgent words alarmingly ring

And the truth may severely sting

For the price to pay is no longer ice

It has become fire

Such price wreaks hellish havoc on our only Earth

Hot deadly fires burn so brightly their unforgiving heat consume all that it touches from the depths of our brown dirt,

To the tops of our once massive and flourishing green trees.

Some drop down in prayer to their knees.

But Nature’s signs were acknowledged too late

Fires have dispersed among many nations and are left in such desolate states.

Such are the vengeful fires that they burn among areas never conceived of before.

The fires consume ice even from one of the world’s coldest places

Known as Russia her Far Eastside icy planes have been ignited with fires as they leave their ash smattered traces

Proof of thoughts that were once inconceivable

Are now believable and unforgivable


Will mankind still ignore Nature’s warning signs?

Like Mary Shelly may have expressed by various designs

Through her genius book Frankenstein

Was it an odd desire?

Or a prediction after all?

The creature’s demise can know to be complete

For such sad request is now contrite

Wild seemingly inescapable fires that consume even the thickest of ice

Will, it such a determined desire suffice?


Selfless and loving Nature for mankind she had blessed

But mankind remains unstressed

Fires after fires continue each stronger than the other

Some plead to Earth to our Mother Nature

A year without summer was once proclaimed

In the near future such phrase will become, ‘a year without winter’ thus will be named


I decided to write a poem imitating that of the poet Robert Frost. It was a very difficult task to articulate and create. Robert Frost’s first line became my inspiration for writing because of its overall message. As a result, I wanted to express climate changes the way Shelly herself describes it, but the way it affects our word today. The form is poetic and rhythmic I was, in essence, trying to imitate a sort of iambic pentameter like Frost.  Though I do admit that it may stray away I am not a poet after all. The begging of this long kind of epoch poem starts off with Frost’s line and becomes a gateway for my interpretation and twist.

So, I describe how it was in the begging of the novel, an icy world within the context of the novel and the Creature and his origins and the arrogance of mankind. I draw special attention to the creature’s last words indicating his suicide by flames. I found this detail (thorough some guidance) very interesting. How was the creature going to die if he was surrounded by ice and snow? As such, I believe it would be achievable if it were placed in today’s society. We know that global climate change is occurring and warming of the Earth has reached unprecedented levels. Not so long-ago California was hit by one of now recorded history’s deadliest fires. Leaving many homeless and others unfortunately missing.

In this poem, climate change from today’s society is expressed but crediting author’s like Shelly and Frost for their “critique” or interpretation of the world and its climate. Since these warning signs are now at a global level just like in Shelly’s time, I end the poem with the phrase, “a year without summer,” and replace it with, “a year without winter.”





My Greatest Regret

My Dear Progeny,

I write this with no hopes of forgiveness or reconciliation as I am aware I have run out of time. Writing this letter is the only way that I will be able to find inner peace within myself. I in no way am blaming you or anybody else for my mistakes, but I want you to know that this is the only way to fix it. I want to go back to the best, yet worst night of my life, the night you were born. I want to tell you exactly how I felt and why I did what I did, in hopes of gaining tranquility. I remember the night you were brought into this unjust world. I was excited to meet you as I have worked and waited to long to see you. Walking up and down the same hall while medics rushed with sick people down the hall, did not conceal or distract me from the joy that raised within me at the thought that time was coming closer before I would lay my eyes on you for the very first time. Whenever I would go into the hospital room, I would always ask the nurse how you were doing and if everything was ok and normal. She would always respond with the same answer “yes, no need to worry everything looks healthy and normal.”

Once she told me I smiled and decided to look out the window to let a little bit of sunshine into the room, since it was dark and I thought that you should deserve the natural glow when you would arrive. I opened the window and was shocked at the sight of dark clouds coming together, completely covering the sun that I had hoped and expected to see since the forecast foretold the sun would be present. I then heard the rattling of the thunder that was soon to come, and I know that not too much after rain would join it. As we know by now nature is unexpected so I shouldn’t have relied so much on the weather. After examining the weather for quite some time the doctor came back to tell me that it was time. I then go to lay my eyes on you for the first time, and was utterly shocked at the sight of you. The doctors had told me that the appearance of you was something that they had never seen before, but that after running many tests you were still considered healthy.

As the doctor was getting ready to hand you to me, I had to reject holding my own procreation because I was caught off guard at the sight of you, you did not look like me at all. You were supposed to be a representation of me and others, I had never expected you to come out with what I saw at the time as flaws. Your deformities had overshadowed my true inner intentions which was to love you unconditionally. From then out of pure impulse I had instructed the nurses to take you away and place you with another family, which they were not at all prepared for. They placed you with the only available family left. I couldn’t bare the strength to look at you, every time I got a glimpse of you I had seen all of my flaws and imperfections molded on you. I was oblivious to the fact that aside from your looks you were still healthy, and able to operate appropriately, just like the rest of society. That will forever be my greatest mistake. Now I stay standing in front of your lifeless body, that you felt the need to exterminate from this world due to my own causes. Maybe if I would of kept you and raised you myself you could of been something inspiring. But, I couldn’t bare to see my own being rejected and judged by society, out of pure selfishness I did what I thought was best which was give you away. Now I stare at your dead corpse, and can’t help but blame myself for your death. I now tie this letter to a balloon, in hopes that it finds you high up in the sky, as well as letting myself go to meet you once again, where life is infinite.






I have constructed a letter from Victor Frankenstein to the monster that offers an apology. In this letter Victor is reliving the night that the creature is born. However, the setting is not the same as it is the book by Mary Shelley. In the letter, Victor is in the setting of a hospital waiting for the arrival of his son. Victor is impatiently waiting for the arrival of his son who he hopes to nurture and make just like him. It is expected from the beginning of the letter that his son is going to come into this earth completely healthy giving Victor nothing to fear. During the letter we get a glimpse of the unexpected power of nature. The replacement of the sunshine with the thunder and rain represent a sort of parallel of what is to come for Victor and his son. As the night continues Victor finally reaches the time to meet his son and it is not what he has expected. Like in the book Victor is caught completely off guard when he first meets his creation. The creature was born with many flaws and abnormalities that completely, that completely dominated Victors judgment. He immediately wants nothing to do with it.However, in the letter the creature is not made as largely built as the monster in the book, giving it some sort of innocence. He quickly denies any form of contact with his own, as well as rejecting to hold him. This is his present form of abandonment, however in the book he completely runs away from his doing. In the letter he tries to give him away to people who are capable of making his mistakes go away. From this letter we see the development of feeling in Victor as he blames himself for all of his sons flaws, while in the book he denies to take any sort of responsibility for what he had made. At the end Victor is broken at the sight of his own lying in front of him completely lifeless. His son felt the need to remove himself from society because he did not fit in with their standards. Victor blames himself at the end because he then starts to regret not raising himself because maybe then his son would still be alive. He was accustomed to society’s norms that he denied his own son. At the end he then decided to meet with his son in hopes of reconciliation for what he had broken. Unlike the book we have the monster life who is taken before Victors.


Awaiting Damage

As we have been discussing, Frankenstein can be interpreted as a warning of climate change due to humans and the possible consequences. While the novel warns of ice as the enemy, we are currently battling against the opposite, fire. Along with destruction of homes, the fires also bring poor air quality. This situation can be interpreted through Frankenstein as another instance in which humans are fighting a force stronger than them, that requires more than just asking it to go away. Furthermore, those with breathing problems, who are more sensitive to the unhealthy air, would support the claim that creature is a symbol of the coming end, meaning that it may be possible that the air quality, and the fires themselves, will become so severe that everyone will suffer irreversible damage, ultimately causing change in the regular climate completely. We can see the damage happening now, but further, possibly greater damage, may not be noticed until much later.

By: Galilea Sanchez


By Jade Graham

The prompt inquires as to why the creature wants his story told through Safie’s letters. The simple answer is because he felt a connection that he hadn’t with anyone else in Shelley’s novel. The creature wants those remaining to understand his story and how he could relate to others. Yet in some ways, Safie (while a minor character) is everything the creature isn’t: alive, beautiful, and embraced by (the Delacey) family. Through her beauty, she is accepted and integrates herself into a good situation. One definitely better than before with her father. Safie becomes a part of a society and culture where the creature could only imagine about. However, once she is exiled much similar to the creature’s situation they find a common ground. Once the creature and Safie are both suffering and homeless, they experience life at its most desperate measures. Exiled and the other cast out, the two desire acceptance and family. Safie only receives this. There are two reasons, that includes beauty and social roles. The creature has neither of these. He is considered ugly and ostracized by other societies because he does not fit in by their standards.

Turkish Girl

Turkish Girl by Karl Briullov

As mentioned before, this falls in line with Safie’s appearance and her status. She is beautiful and has a role. That would be to be a part of a family, marry Felix, and continue that cycle. She’s young, a good age to marry, and already accepted into the family. The best part for Safie is, “remaining in a country where women were allowed to take a risk in society was enchanting to her.” where she could gain freedom through a marriage of Felix whom she truly does love (112). This idea of eagerly wanting to become a part of another society relates to Gloria E. Anzaldúa’s borderland theory. Safie wants to leave her past and culture behind in exchange for a better life in a new society. She and the creature want to pursue a better life and will give it all up because of their past experiences. They want to become a part of a different society and culture where they can have freedom and chances.

In Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein, the character Safie, a Muslim migrant from Turkey, represents the archetypal story of the hard working ambitious immigrant fleeing their country in hopes of eluding persecution and constructing a better life for themselves and their potential offspring. Frankenstein’s creature gives Safie’s letters- a medium used in the novel to explicitly share her experiences in migrating away from Turkey- to Victor Frankenstein in order to prove “the truth of [his] tale”. Thus the creature insinuates the similarity in the oppression which Safie had endured and that which he was enduring. In doing this the creature adopts an arbitrary sense of victimization through his empathy which stems from the incomparable amount of alienation which he feels existing in a world where he feels as if he is characterized as an “other”.

I recognize the alienation which both Frankenstein’s creature and Safie face in their own regards, however, Safie story seems reasonable and although she faces various hardships she seems to strive for better- made evident in quotes such as “Safie related that her mother was a Christian Arab, seized and made a slave by the Turks” (Shelley 111.), while Frankenstein’s creature faces minimal alienation from Victor as a consequence of the creature’s potential danger being hard to distinguish. Later in the novel, the creature seems to weep with Safie after learning about the destruction of the Native American population in the United States. According to many, this insinuates the empathy that they both feel towards the Native Americans as they both feel the same sort of Western colonial oppression which faces them in Western Europe. This further propagates the idea that the creature has adopted a sort of victimhood complex in where he sees himself as the helpless victim oppressed by all who seem hostile or intolerable of his existent. The adoption of this attitude creates resentment which is perfectly manifested in the novel through the various murders which the creature commits throughout the novel. The following quotes illustrate the level of resentment breeding by adopting this “martyr complex” where one feels like the world is conspiring against them to oppress them: “Frankenstein! you belong then to my enemy–to him towards whom I have sworn eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim.” (Shelley 165), “When I thought of my friends, of the mild voice of De Lacey, the gentle eyes of Agatha, and the exquisite beauty of the Arabian, these thoughts vanished and a gush of tears somewhat soothed me. But again when I reflected that they had spurned and deserted me, anger returned, a rage of anger, and unable to injure anything human, I turned my fury towards inanimate objects. As night advanced I placed a variety of combustibles around the cottage, and after having destroyed every vestige of cultivation in the garden, I waited with forced impatience until the moon had sunk to commence my operations. ” ( Shelley 109). These quotes serve as an insight into the deluded conceptualization of the world by those who decide to play victim in the least requisite circumstances; victimhood breeds bitterness, resentfulness, and a thirst for revenge.

by Steven Gonzalez

I decided to shift my focus away from the oppression/marginalization narrative that is attributed to Frankenstein’s monster because I fundamentally disagree with the ideas presented by critical race scholars like W.E.B Dubois, Glissant, and others who seem to promote this martyrdom complex. Moreover, I fail to see the connection between Frankenstein’s monster and western imperialism and colonization.


The Different Circumstances

In Mary Shelley’s novel we get to perceive migration and border crossing. Throughout the novel, the creature wonders off since he has been excluded from the world and stumbles upon the De Lacey family who he grows to love and respect because of the way they represent family. After educating himself he later understands how Safie and Victor are viewed differently. Safie, is a Muslim Arab migrant from Turkish who just wants to fit in a society who discriminates upon the way someone looks. In a way the creature relates to this because he has been treated as a thing who doesn’t belong. Besides he could cross the border line several times without getting into trouble by federal laws since he would not be classified as a subject. In the novel the borderline has two double meanings both for Safie and for the creature. Safie faced hardships crossing the borderline due to her barrier of language and on the other hand the creature struggles to communicate with Victor and the cottagers and that’s the borderline that’s difficult for him to cross.

For a long-time people have and still get discriminated due to their appearance and now in days we are being defined by a piece of paper and from where someone is born. For instance, Victor Frankenstein travels to several places in the novel without getting questioned if he belonged there since he is a white male and doesn’t face any obstacles doing so. On the other hand, Safie and her father who are Turkish face hardships because of their appearance. In the story, Felix helps Safie’s father who was conducting fake passports escape prison going against his military morals since he cares deeply for Safie. Spivak believed that Englishwoman and the creature were both representing the Western self and were not colonized subjects.

Moreover, towards the end of the novel the creature performs this ritual ceremony like the Native American women did when their husbands passed away and became widows. When the creature saw the dead corpse of Victor Frankenstein, he felt sadness and committed suicide. In other words, this was demonstrating the freedom of the oppressed woman according to Spivak. In committing suicide, the creature assumed the position of woman and did what he felt was right. Therefore, the creature felt most close to a woman as he identifies more to Safie in the novel than anybody else. That’s why he insists on proving “the truth of my tale” by giving a copy of the letters by Safie to Victor. Since, it bring light to the internal colonization like himself and demonstrate the inequality and discrimination.


-Guadalupe Andrade

In the novel, the creature forms a relationship of familiarity and understanding with Safie, a Muslim Arab migrant from Turkey. Their relationship forms through the creature learning her story while also learning English along side her. They are both similar in that they are outsiders leaning the language and ways of a Christian man, Felix.

Their situation can be associated with the ideas of Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, who believed in the importance of staying true to one’s native language, especially through writing. The creature shares that Safie seemed to, “have a language of her own, she was neither understood by, nor herself understood the cottagers” (106). I believe that Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o would disapprove of Safie, as well as the creature, taking on a new language. Even if the creature never had a specific language to begin with. I feel he would see the creature’s situation as a  lost opportunity to create a new language if his own, that he could then teach to others like Safie, and in that way create a bond with those wished to reject colonization.

The creature insists on proving his story by giving Victor (and, indirectly, Walton) a copy of the letters because they hold the truths of both their struggles as well as their accomplishment in learning a language. In addition they demonstrate that although Safie and the creature may be the victims of internal colonization but, they will, for the time being, use it to their advantage.

By Galilea Sanchez.