As I read it, I began to think of this book as a comedy. One after another, Frankenstein’s dearest died, and he experienced overwrought passions yet again.
I liked the idea of the book being a comedy because the deaths were actually very sad. And I was failing to see why this book is so popular and a classic. Then I read the monster’s soliloquy at the very end, and I suddenly loved the book. The monster was despised for what he looked like, by people who were no better than he was. In fact, the Monster was a refined being with deep feelings. This ending turns the entire book over on its head.
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