Against Victor Frankenstein

Frankenstein was a BAD GOD.

If the monster (For the sake of the argument, I will refer to him as Tom (The Monster with a vowel) for ease of writing) had turned out well, it would have been in spite of Victor Frankenstein, his creator, and a miracle.

I don’t know what Mary Shelley believed, nor do I particularly care. Standing alone, the book seems to indicate 3 things:

  1. That there is a god, or ought to be;
  2. That he is good, or rather, not bad;
  3. That Victor Frankenstein fails in every particular to live up to the standard set by this god.

Frankenstein was not a bad man, nor was he particularly good. He had an easy and enjoyable life up to the point he finally made Tom, and he fully expected Tom to be a perfect and beautiful creation. Based on his prior experience, he thought that his science could make a perfectly beautiful man–and in the process, make him a god.

The moment his failure stared him in the face, though, he fled. Throughout the book, he accepts only barest responsibility for his creation, refusing to give him help, protection, companionship, education, or even a name. After Tom turns on him, he is unable to protect his family or his wife from Tom. He is not an omnipotent God, nor even a powerful one. He is weak and apathetic, blaming the problems on Tom, FOR WHOM HE IS RESPONSIBLE.

He is not a good god. He hates his creation, and flees from it. He provides no hope for redemption, no plan for salvation, no hope for after death, SIMPLY BECAUSE TOM IS UGLY. The monster’s first fault, first ‘sin,’ can only be blamed on his creator. There is no choice, no free will from the god Victor Frankenstein.

The Christian God, by way of contrast, made his creation good. He was capable. He was powerful. He made all things beautiful. He gave us a home and a name, and companionship. Our sin was our own fault and choice; we cannot blame it on Him. At the moment of our sin, however, He did not completely reject us; He gave us a hope and a future, then remained with us throughout our struggles. In the culmination of His goodness and strength, He came and took our form, our beautiful, sinful, wretched form, and carried all of our sin and suffering for us and utterly destroyed it at the cross. He did not flee from us; He was not scared of us; He loved us to the last, and even Death was not enough to quench His love.

Praise God that he is good, and not Frankenstein.

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