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Frankenstein…

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.

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