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Frankenstein, Prometheus, and the Modern Man Frankenstein, Prometheus, and the Modern Man

A while ago I was recruited to guest blog on this site, about whatever it was I chose.

After working  every day of the week since school’s let out and various other distractions

I’ve finally found the time, not only to read a book, but to write a literary essay on what I’ve read.

This piece compares the legends of Frankenstein and Prometheus, to a subtle theme

I found that can be connected to the struggle of the modern man and his longing for

success in his career

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When it was first published, the novel Frankenstein was given the second title- “The Modern Prometheus.” I believe the concepts shared in both the story of Prometheus and Mary Shelley’s epic retelling give great insights to how modern men, including men in the time period Frankenstein was written,  deal with their ambitions and decisions based on their desires. They show man’s downfall after lustful hard work and the distant dreams of success in various forms that can drive men to the torture of perpetual madness.

I’ve found Prometheus does not strive for success exactly in the same way Victor Frankenstein does, though the tale of ambition and paying for his decision in martyrdom is still present. Prometheus is actually the first recorded tale of martyrdom.

As the story goes he suffered from being bound to a large rock while a giant eagle ripped out and ate his liver every day, only for it to grow back afterwards and repeat the process, just because he delivered fire to the humans which Zeus had originally hidden from man. In the same way Frankenstein animated his creature, Prometheus breathed live with his flames to the humans, defying the Gods and ending up paying for his personal ambitions with a very twisted form of torture.

Frankenstein’s story is a similar case. Since he was young he had dreams of success in the fields of science, studying old authors, scientists and their methods and devoting his free time during his college career to animating a corpse. After being disgusted with his creation’s hideousness, he neglected it, though in the same way Prometheus’ deed was permanent, Victor’s deed was also done.

The creature had the tools he needed to progress himself and ended up learning language, literature, the ups and downs of life at the time, and thoughts on a much deeper level. He even considers himself Frankenstein’s “Adam” of his labors. The parallels continue and continue, as in the story of Prometheus, Zeus eventually finds himself having to send down Pandora, the first woman for the men of Earth with their new-found tool of fire. The creature in Frankenstein eventually demands a woman companion and declares he will go in peace, but the parallels break as Victor denies him.

Regardless, this novel is a story of a man’s pride and ambitions for personal success getting the best of him as it sweeps out of control turning into his ultimate misery and remaining constant throughout his life. Not only does Victor die chasing after his creation, but his loved ones die as well, not to mention he travels to the ends of the world to find and kill his monster.

Even Walton finds himself in a similar situation, as another integral character, as a failed writer seeking fame, now on an expedition to create something with his life. Both Walton and Frankenstein are men given opportunities and being forced to live with their choices, just as Prometheus paid an eternal price for his permanent decision to help the humans live.

Not only am I very interested in the parallels between the story of Prometheus and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein but I think it gives some reflection of the molded character of man throughout the past couple hundred years, but especially now. There is a certain theme found in Shelley’s character’s mindsets of the need for fame, for achievement, and for martyrdom or some sort of epic solace to get rid of your mistakes, to finish what you’ve started.

Victor Frankenstein feels enormous pressure at a young age to make a startling scientific achievement, then after he spends years trying to clean up his mess, he decides to die searching for an end, or to destroy his creation. Walton has spent his whole life trying to be something and finds himself stuck in the ice of the North seeking anything he can get his hands on when he runs into Victor and demands he record his story through his letters.

All these men’s lives are a series of mistakes based what they perceive to be as good intentions which they attempt to learn from in their own way, but eventually pay the price for. Prometheus’s desire to bring man fire was out of good intentions and he ended up making a mistake for himself that created a whole new world for the people he helped, but was rewarded in agony.

I believe these characters display how man will risk his life for his wants, especially these days for wealth and a name, but can very easily end up in hell. Just take the concept of the American Dream and how that has played out for so many people, and continues to do. People put their family and personal stability on the line to be looked upon as successful or righteous. If you lack a name and recognition, you are looked at in a poor light. It comes a lot with having some sort of overbearing pride, which might be something Shelley is getting at.

Victor has this pride in himself and his abilities that lead him to neglect his creation and create more problems. Frankenstein craftily displays the discontents of man that force them to pursue something higher, that may only lead to more discontent. But don’t get me wrong, I believe the people grouped into this generalization I am using to analyze Shelley’s motives with do have good intentions in chasing their wild dreams.

I believe everybody including the characters in these stories will have the mindset that their passion is in good nature or at least in the right. And when their dreams are befuddled, they only have three options- die a failure, a martyr, or overcome their woes.

 

Thank you for reading,

Adam J Galanski

-Adam J. Galanski

Guest Blogger

 

 

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This is a brief account of a day I spent waiting to get a tattoo in a incredibly long line

Outside the Chicago Tattoo Co. on Belmont Ave in Chicago, Illinois

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THE STREET MAGICIAN

“I went from working the steel mill to being a street magician! Can you believe it?”

He asks me while I wait in line for a free Sailor Jerry tattoo in the 16 degree Chicago cold.

He was wearing a neck brace and sporting a tall boy of Steel Reserve malt liquor.

This man wasn’t in line but rather drinking at two in the afternoon and telling us his life story.

“You know, my doctor gave me ten months to live…that was seventeen years ago!” He says,

“Don’t listen to doctors; they just want your money. Now, I’ve escaped death many times.

When I was a marine I got shot twice in the chest and I walked away like nothing ever happened.

When I was working construction…Oh man, I loved walking along those bars making up the

Structure to the buildings….But one day I got too cocky walking and fell off the side….a seven

story drop!

Well, I just got up and walked away, simple as that.

And this neck brace…Well I was walking at the crosswalk and a woman sped through the red-

light and ran into me with her car at 50 mph!

She had just stabbed her lover to death, got high on heroin and stole the car that she hit me with.

I gotta pretty good amount of money comin’ my way in four months,” he says to me and my in- line comrades of the cold.

He escaped death so many times and now here he stood, drinking Steel Reserve on Belmont at

Two in the afternoon, talking to the rest of the weirdos in line for a free tattoo.

I guess he had earned it.

“Not to mention a garbage truck once ran over my foot! Man it’s crazy, you know?

I went from being a steel mill worker to a street magician! I’ve been on all the news

networks…you’ve probably seen me!”

The man went on and on as the crowd began to lose interest.

I felt bad and gave him my attention one last time. He noticed and looked me up and down.

“That’s a nice leather jacket,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Where’d you get it?”

“When I lived in New York City.”

“New York!” he exclaimed, “You know, David Blaine gave me a friendship bracelet when I

Visited the city!”

He went on to show me a dopey rubber bracelet riddled with peace signs in blue and yellow.

“Nice,” I said to him.

At this point a man from the tattoo shop with dirty blonde slicked back hair and a hefty beard

Had come out and stared at the man.

He asked the man about the alcohol. The street magician replied that it was his.

“This is a liquor sponsored event,” says the tattooer, “If anybody sees you with beer in your

Hands outside, we could get sued.”

The magician acted understanding but held a sadness in his voice.

The tattooer told him to get the hell away, and he did.

Later that day, I ran into a guy who I had also seen in line drinking a 40 oz.

I asked him if he had seen the magician. He said he saw the guy passed out on the floor of a

Chipotle restaurant bathroom earlier, in a puddle of beer.

The funny thing about this was that I never did get to see any goddamned magic.

Thank you for reading,

-Adam J. Galanski

Guest Blogger