Dear Reader,

What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word “Frankenstein”? If you are like most of us you probably think of a ghoul with bolts on his neck. Recently, my friend Mickey stopped by for a visit, and  spoke of scars he received compliments of a cat. Being October I thought to reply to his comments by saying, “Oh you looked like Frankenstein”. A light bulb went off in his head, and he said finally. “Frankenstein or Frankenstein’s Monster”.  He felt like he had won one, against me. Just like old times, I quickly said, “I meant Frankenstein, not Victor Frankenstein, I would have dropped the last name and called you Victor if that is what I meant.”

My reasoning behind that which I explained to him, actually impressed him very much. Secretly I was happy to have impressed someone I have known for so long.  Now, my reasoning, behind my response, was not a defense of, well everyone calls him that. Far simpler than that.  In Mary Shelly’s book, Frankenstein’s creation has no name, and is simply referred to as “it, monster, creature, or the Adam of your labors”.  He has no official name. So, I explained to him, that in China, children are named by their parents, “Last name first”. Since Frankenstein’s creation was created by him, well it was only fair. He was impressed. After he left, I thought more about this. Then, thought of all the babies in the hospitals that have yet to be named, they are called “Last Name, baby”. So, in my mind Victor Frankenstein’s creation should be called Frankenstein to know where he comes from and not given a first name his last name becomes his first and last identity.

So with that, ends that argument of what to call him.  Of course, you can always call him Frankenstein’s monster. However, that would make him property, and we don’t want to open that can of worms. So let’s stick to the tried and true.

About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on October 19, 2013, in Journal and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I just want to know what type of cat made those scars? And can you really claim a property that was never yours to begin with? That is where most humans make their mistakes, they get all clingy to their emotions and thoughts of “what if”. You can never claim that someone or something is yours if it was never yours to begin with. Just saying…..

    • I wonder what Victor was thinking on the eve of creating his monster. Do you think he would celebrate the monsters’s birthday?????

      • I am not sure, in a birthday sort of sense, of things, I am sure the celebration would be more about him. “Look today I manage to make life” sort of thing.

  2. Nice to see you have internet back! I’m sure old Vic would have been happy he created life but I Doubt he would be rejoicing years after he saw the menace he created. You know how it is…… Something new is always fun but after a while it just becomes an old toy like the rest of them and you throw it on the shelf to be forgotten. Life is simply funny how at one point in your life you could be up high and in an instant the rug has been swept off your feet. So sad…..

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