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The Birth of a Monster

EXT. Victor Frankenstein’s Residence – NIGHT,

 

The year is 2018, raining, the scene opens with Victor Frankenstein, holding a glass of beer sitting on a chair that reclines with a screeching sound. He appears to be inebriated, but conscious. As the rain continues to pour, it worsens. Lightning strikes begin to emerge, beginning to distortion Victor’s sight. He appears to not be bothered by the noise and brightening light to fills the room. Victor senses he’s not alone as if someone is set to appear tonight. One lighting stroke brights up the room, to invisible proportions. The area clears, Victor, takes one more sip before looking onto his creations eyes. The monster is standing tall, looking down on Victor, with anger, seeming ready to attack. But he continues to stay still, calming down for seconds before opening dialogue.

 

THE MONSTER

You know why I’m here?

 

VICTOR

To be a pest once more and hinder my peace?

 

The monster pushes Victor’s drink from his hand to later deliver a slap to his cheek to come up to his senses.

 

THE MONSTER

Justine you fool, she’s dead.

 

VICTOR

She killed my son, what else did she expect to receive from me? Praise? Fright? Please, let me be in peace to sorrow.

 

THE MONSTER

You know for sure it was her?!

 

VICTOR

I know for sure because she told me. That’s good enough for me to get her arrested and taken to justice.

 

THE MONSTER

She didn’t do it…

 

VICTOR

*in anger* Bullshit.

 

Victor gets up his sit to serve himself some whiskey. Walking past the broken glass, unfazed by it. He gets a cut on his left foot, still unfazed by the damage is done, Victor returns to his seat and continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

*sigh* I’m never wrong. Don’t ever doubt me when you know I’m right. *sips the glass of whiskey*

 

THE MONSTER

Do you think I’m here to fuck around and mourn the death of your son?

 

VICTOR

I made you, didn’t I? *sip again, the glass of whiskey*

 

THE MONSTER

*in anger* You destroyed me.

 

Frankenstein looks at the pictures that hanged around the home, most torn to shreds, The Monster, and now Justice is off the frames.

 

THE MONSTER

You had Justine prosecuted because that’s what you felt at the time, but I know you. You loved her. And don’t give me fucking excuses that you didn’t because she was more family than I ever was.

 

Victor, in silence. Takes the last sip of his drink and set the glass down. He continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

Well, she was part of the family after all. Of course, I had to express my gratitude with unconditional love to Justine. It was only far. And how did she repay me? *voice rises* By killing my son!? Disgraceful. Just. Like. You.

 

THE MONSTER

Disgraceful?! Me?! You abandoned me when I needed you the most.

 

VICTOR

I never abandoned you. You just weren’t what I would’ve hoped for, so I let you be free.

 

THE MONSTER

You abandoned me, dad.

 

VICTOR

*slaps THE MONSTER, in exclaims in anger* How many fucking times do I have to tell you?! I am not your father. You’re just a mistake. Pieces of scraps. An imperfect creation. A monster.

 

The Monster pushes Victor in anger, setting Victor flying afar his chair and knocking it over. Victor, in pain, intends to stand back up. But the injured foot hinders him to do so. The rain continues to pour, and the lighting intensifies the scene.

 

THE MONSTER

Is that all I am to you?! A… *in tears* MONSTER!!?!

 

Victor, seems to be suffering from blood loss and becomes unable to stand up and is prevented from movement, he sits still, next to the knocked down chair.

 

THE MONSTER

I still am your son.

 

VICTOR

*in pain* I have no son, he’s dead now.

 

THE MONSTER

Dad… why do you hate me?!

 

VICTOR

I told you to not call me that. *grunts in pain* You don’t belong here. Get out of here, monster.

 

THE MONSTER

*tearful* I have a name.

 

VICTOR

No vile creature deserves a name.

 

The Monster grabs Victor by the neck. Not to strangle, but to pick him up and push him back to the knocked down chair. Dialogue continues.

THE MONSTER

You know my name. Say it.

 

VICTOR

Get out of my house.

 

THE MONSTER

*voice rises* SAY IT!!!

 

The Monster, again, picks up Victor by the neck and this time holds him against the wall, suffocating Victor.

 

THE MONSTER

*voice rises louder* SAY MY NAME!!! YOUR SON’S NAME!!!

 

VICTOR

*grunts in pain, losing breath* Will…iam.

 

The Monster strangles harder, and Victor begins to lose color, his eye becomes watery. Victor is dying.

 

THE MONSTER

*soft, but with anger* Say it.

 

VICTOR

*grunts of pain, losing breath* No faggot, is a son of mine.

 

The Monster strangles harder.

 

THE MONSTER

*louder, with anger* Say it!

 

VICTOR

*gasping for air, unable to speak a word*

 

THE MONSTER

*all loud as he can speak* SAY IIIIIIIIT!!!!

 

VICTOR

*a stroke of air enables him to speak one word* Sebastian! *eye rolls up his skull*

 

The Monster, now Sebastian, throws Victor across the room. Victor, still alive, tries to regain air but is unable to move. Victor is unable to speak. Sebastian looks down at Victor and speaks.

 

SEBASTIAN

Why does my way to express love anger you, father? It’s my life after all. I can never be like William, nor I ever will be. Don’t force me to be the perfect creation you always dreamed off.

 

Sebastian leans closer to Victor.

 

SEBASTIAN

*whispers to Victor* That angers me.

 

Victor regains the ability to speak but in a soft manner. Almost without a voice, he speaks.

 

VICTOR

*softly* You… are… not… my son.

 

SEBASTIAN

*chuckles* Never was I, huh dad? Don’t you worry, now that you have no sons, you can only worry about yourself. Oh, and Elizabeth too, not that she’ll matter anyway. She’s next.

 

Victor shocked, gains the strength to sit up and look upon Sebastian once more before he departs, he continues dialogue.

 

VICTOR

*weakly* What do you mean?!

 

SEBASTIAN

Oh nothing, just know that I’ll be around in the special moments in your life. Even when you don’t want me to. *walks away* After all, I am a monster to you. Might as well act like one. *chuckles*

 

VICTOR

*in anger* Did you kill my son?!?

 

SEBASTIAN

Never in a million years, dad. I loved him. *stops, pauses and turns slowly to Victor*But… maybe the monster did. *laughter* Love you, dad.

 

VICTOR

*in shock* WAIT!!!

 

The door closes, Sebastian is gone. Victor left alone and in pain. Rain still pour and the lightening subsides.

 

End scene.

 

REVIEW:

Mary Shelley’s novel is where the truth comes to be and where we begin to progress in our ideology of the monster. Sympathizing for such a creation that is not to be feared off. Because its intentions are to never hurt but rather to be accepted. Neglected by society and by his own creator, his murderous rage is simply engulfed by pure revenge towards the ones he felt for. And as the monster is left abandoned, we know that it’s not a threat. It, or as now we should mention, he never was.

The novel compels the truth behind the monster, his emotions, his awareness, and eagerness to feel love is what we, the readers now have learned through Mary Shelley’s novel. Although we are a numerous few, there’s still the vast majority that has yet to know the truth about the monster. Frankly, the monster was never the monster, to begin with. His image being portrayed through ridiculed merchandise for simple consumer satisfaction should be fixated to fully understand the novel’s true intentions. 

The whole Frankenstein novel is primarily contributed to the notion that if someone or something is made in the images one’s true perfection they’re are outcasted as an enigma of imperfection, but when in reality they never were in the first place. We use neo-pronouns for the individuals we apparently can’t understand what they are or decide to be, when ultimately we shouldn’t be asking that in the first place and should accept the indifference of society with open arms.

I decided to take into this more modern approach, that instead of having Justine executed, she is rather sent to trial for the misdeeds done from the monster. Including a scene where instead the monster is held in the shadows prepared to attack once again, the monster confronts Victor for the injustice done to Justine. Victor calls the monster a ‘faggot’ due to the fact that in this scenario, the monster was made a creation within Mary Shelley’s novel, he is one of Victor’s sons, whom of which was neglected for the fact that he was gay. William is still killed, the monster is still the cause of it, just with more of a modern scenario that can fit for both a start and a clearer understanding as to why the monster intends to haunt Victor for life. Victor ruined him. The monster, now Sebastian returns the favor.

– Stephen Muñoz

Christopher Martinez

Narrative:

Once, there was an ambitious scientist whose name was Darwin Frankenstein. Darwin was a very ambitious person and always sought to explore the unknown. His intentions as a scientist was to find out the truth of everything that had a life. In other words, he wanted to recreate life itself. Some would say Darwin Frankenstein is the modern Prometheus, while others may call him idiotic for trying to challenge the creator of his existence – god.  Darwin attended a very prestigious university that focused on the sciences, however, Darwin also learned about the philosophical thoughts created about humans itself. Darwin would hate any other class that had nothing to do with his passion. Using his brilliant mindset, he wanted to create a ‘thing’ with life and emotion. Darwin wanted a companion with consciousness.

When Darwin graduated from his university he had a goal that had to be fulfilled before the day of his death. Darwin wanted the power of life in his hand. One stormy night while walking back home from a small distraction break, Darwin saw something crying its soul out through the corner of his eye. Darwin saw the shadow of death take away the soul of a tender young black dog. As soon as Darwin saw this, he grabbed the dog and rushed straight to his house. Darwin ran with excitement, his dopamine levels were out of control. It was as if Darwin entered a state of euphoria as he finally knew what he was going to experiment on. When Darwin got home he placed the dog on his table and began the procedure. He took out the dogs brain and replaced it with a humans brain that he stole from a nearby hospital. He shaved the dog’s hair and switched it to something very odd. Darwin then stitched up the young dog as he was getting mentally ready for the moment. As the lighting reflected Darwin’s face, he flipped the electric switch that would change the meaning of life. “IT ALIVE!” said Darwin.

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Darwin looked at the dog with happiness all written all over him. “ Those blue eyes, the white fur, the perfect paws. What a beautiful dog.” Darwin looked at the dog as something to praise. He felt the power of the highest power on his hands. The dog began to run around like a lost person in the wilderness, but once the dog stopped he looked at Darwin and growled. Darwin ran away into his other room, however, when he came back to take a peek into his home laboratory, the dog disappeared.

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Darwin had looked everywhere and the fear spread through his veins. Darwin was starting to go insane. He didn’t even take a glance to reflect what he had done. If only he knew that the dog died from abuse and the dogs wish was to go into his paradise. The dog was rather happy dying. On the other hand, the human brain that Darwin had captured was a brain that would’ve saved a human’s life. The person who needed the brain had been waiting for years and years. If only Darwin took the time to realize what he was doing.

 

Review:

Dear Christopher Martinez,

I want to start off by saying that I really enjoyed your replication of Frankenstein and adapting it to the 21st century. I think that the story really showed Darwin real side in the original Frankenstein. Everything felt right and the sense of originality and creativity is shown. Throughout the story, Darwin is shown as a person who is very ambitious and wants to make something that has never been made before. He wants to have the hands of god and use it to his own benefit. Throughout this short replication of Frankenstein, Darwin is shown as a person who is fully dedicated to his mission. He goes to college for his own benefit and doesn’t really care about anything else that he learns. He ignores the real world just to have the same power as a creator! I also see a connection between the definition of beauty in the original Frankenstein and your story. Frankenstein’s ideology in beauty is that the European looks (white, blue eyes, and clear skin) are better looking than others. The use of the dog’s fur shows how Darwin wants only “beautiful and perfect” looks for his creation

Originality is shown in the story in a very unique way. The way the story is formatted gave me the chills. For example, you used similes to give any reader an image of what they are exactly reading. In your version of the story, I learned about Darwin obtaining a dog and getting a human’s brain. I read a bit of context on these two subjects, however, at the end of your story you come back to these and explain the meaning of these two important parts of the story. I found out how the dog actually died and what the brain was being used for. I am interpreting that you wanted readers to feel like Darwin. Darwin is shown a person who doesn’t give much thought to his actions and likewise, I felt that way as well. I read about these two things with little to no context and I didn’t pause to think what these two objects in the story truly signified about Darwin’s personality.

From,

A Bobcat

 

“… 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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COMPOSITION:

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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REVIEW:

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. :))

Devastating Ignorance

Sabrina Vazquez

Since lecture on Wednesday and considering the devastating fire that has taken so many lives in northern California, my thoughts have not been far from the effects of global warming. Siobhan Carroll’s statement “In works such as Frankenstein we can nevertheless see an uncanny reflection of our own struggles to discern the nature of, and decide on the proper response to, alterations in the global climate.” (524). There is virtually no time between one natural disaster to the next happening in the world, that are all the consequence of global warming, it is undeniable, but yet it is denied. Time and time again, from people who personify the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’, climate change is called a ‘hoax, or a ‘secret to agenda to push’. Carroll in relation to the novel declares that we must accept our fault in the situation or else it will be too late, much like Frankenstein and his creation. In order to repair even a fraction of the damage caused to Earth ignorance can no longer be tolerated. The fire that has demolished Paradise is a call to deniers to pull their heads from the sand, Global warming is undeniable and it’s devastating us all.

War Against Human Caused Climate!

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Christopher Martinez

In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, there are multiple pieces of evidence that tell the world about climate change. The whole novel is taken place in a heavy cold environment. During Mary Shelley’s time, there was an unusual winter. Every day was cold and people were getting tired of it. This influenced the novel, Frankenstein. Through Mary Shelley’s experiences, she tried to give a message of action whenever the climate seems to be in trouble. In other words, we can say that the novel is an activism for recognition of climate change. Although climate change during the novels time was naturally caused, today the environment is dying and asking for help! As we can see in the news fire’s are occurring during the fall and with the basic evidence, we can see what the cause is – humans! In the ecocritical person eyes, the need for change is clear. Even the people who literally wanted war against ice during Mary Shelley’s time would agree!

Interacial Relationships in Frankenstein

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Isaac Gallegos

Although race’s biological validity has been disproven by the scientific community, and has more accurately been identified as a product of human society, it would be ignorant to not recognize the great impact race has on our lives. Race and it’s influence is visible in all aspects in society, including literature. The critical race perspective (CRT) can give the reader an insightful perspective on how/why race is represented in literature. In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, we can come to understand why the Creature (as an inhabitant of the boderland (Anzaldúa)) is determined on proving his “truth of the tale” with supplemental letter of Safie (a Muslim Arab migrant).

 

Melanney Giron

When you look into the world that isn’t what you are normally used to seeing, you get a sense of immigration from what is called your ‘home’ and comfort. It is important to keep this in mind when you look at the possible reasons as to why the creature in Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein insists on proving “the truth of [their] tale” by giving Victor, the main character, a copy of the letters by Safie, a Muslim Arab migrant from Turkey. Although written in 1818, Shelley’s novel brings up controversial themes, one of them being the action of victimization of internal colonization as talked about by Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o. Safie’s character, although an important part of the creature’s knowledge of the world, has limited character description from her own point of view.

Shelley wrote, “Safie related, that her mother was a Christian Arab, seized and made a slave by the Turks; recommended by her beauty, she had won the heart of the father of Safie, who married her. The young girl spoke in high and enthusiastic terms of her mother, who, born in freedom, spurned the bondage to which she was now reduced,” (111). Although a female character, the way the creature expressed Safie’s “story” and her “own fate,” the letters are retold in the eyes of the creature, an apparent male character. The creature is able to understand the isolation felt by Safie as a colonizer which could explain why the creature wanted to explain a tale that was not his.

The letters express Safie’s gratitude for Felix’s efforts on her father’s behalf, while also “gently” deploring Safie’s “own fate.” They are the letters of a young woman who has been promised in marriage to a man she loves but barely knows. In order to make clear her hopes for her own marriage, they recount the story of her mother’s unfortunate experience with men and with marriage. The creature told Victor that Safie lived a life controlled by men and a country who supported this idea. Essentialism could be used to explain the creatures desires to discover the reason for his existence.

The Activist

 

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Christopher Martinez

Throughout the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelley there is signs of migration. Safie, the daughter of a merchant, seems to want the feeling of family and unity. Safie comes from a Turkish background and she migrated to leave the political problems. With this in mind, there is a connection between the monster itself and Safie. They both seek shelter and just want to be accepted for who they are. In addition, there seems to be evidence of discrimination against migrants in the book. Safie’s father was sentenced to death in Paris for a crime that he didn’t commit. Clearly, this shows the bigotry and separation of class and race in the book. Likewise, Frankenstein experiences the same thing as Safie. He sees discrimination all around him and even the way that Victor describes the monster shows the ideologies people have against people that are ‘different.’

When the monster gave Victor the letters by Safie and wanted Victor to know his tale through another person’s words, there was a sense of connections. In the story, Victor is very closed minded with the looks of others. He finds certain looks superior. We can see this when Victor says, “His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips” (60).

Furthermore, the monster seems to try to tell Victor to look through his eyes. The monster tells Victor that he has figured out the truth on his own and has taught himself about the world he lives in. He tells Victor, “These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious and base?” (108) The monster is questioning the ideas humans have about each other. Frankenstein doesn’t seem to understand why are humans so smart, yet can’t see everyone as equal. This is what stood out! It is as if Frankenstein is an equal rights activist!

Victor vs. Nature

Through the interpretation of Anne Mellor’s feminist conclusion about Frankenstein, we can see how she sees nature as feminine and something that should not be manipulated but rather understood. Victor Frankenstein however, wants to show his masculinity by manipulating nature and creating life. By doing so he is not only playing the role of a god but also showing his superiority to women. He believes that he is smart enough to change nature in any way he desires. Although, it is unclear whether he is doing it consciously or unconsciously it is no doubt exercising a form of oppressive sexual politics. He is very set on creating the perfect being and a whole new species out of body parts of dead people, however, because nature should not be manipulated it does not work out. Humans are not capable of changing nature and therefore he is horrified of his new invention because it doesn’t have the perfection of nature he was hoping to obtain. He gets so caught up on his invention that his whole life revolves around it. However, he doesn’t take responsibility for his actions and lets poor Justine die even though he is certain that she is innocent. Later on, the creature threatens to be there on his wedding day to kill Elizabeth and he didn’t value her enough to not marry her and save her life. He cared more about himself and not disappointing his father that he was willing to put his own wife at risk.

An Affection

 

 

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Christopher Martinez

On page 60 of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, there is an insight into Victor Frankenstein’s imagination. After creating the creature that unsatisfied him he decides to go to sleep. In his dream, he starts to imagine kissing Elizabeth, but he then starts to imagine his dead mother’s facial features on Elizabeth. It is as if he desires his mothers love. Sigmund Freud, a psychoanalyst, finds an explanation for this; he calls it Oedipus Complex. This states that when a boy child is born they have their mother’s love conquered, however, when as time goes by they seem to keep wanting their mothers to love. The grown-up child then starts to have the feeling of eliminating whatever is splitting the mothers love away – the father.

Although the thought of having affection for a mother isn’t as weird as it seems, the way Freud describes it isn’t something we hear about often. When Victor Frankenstein says, “I embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death,” (pg. 60) there is clearly a personal imagination Victor has in his head that is affecting his real life. It is as Victor is somewhat trying to replace the love with his mother with one other close one; in this case being Elizabeth. Additionally, there is a connection between Victor and the monster itself. There is a presence of paradox in this section of the book. Throughout the beginning of the story Victor sees the creation of the monster as an accomplishment, yet it is actually his affection for his dead mother. I can also see how this relates to most students at UC Merced. Especially now that everyone is in college, I see how people miss their mother’s presence and love. The point is this: can this be connected back to the Oedipus Complex?