Law and Technology

? Fall 2004

Silverman

Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein almost two hundred years ago, but the themes in her novel may be more relevant today than ever. In the story, Frankenstein creates a large, living monster from lifeless body parts. While it is a monumental scientific feat, Frankenstein is appalled at his hideous creation. When he flees from his work, he leaves behind a dangerous monster to wander among innocent and unsuspecting people. The story is a scary warning about technology, especially grand pursuits to alter nature. The damaging consequences were exacerbated by Frankenstein’s egotistical scientific passion and lack of personal responsibility.

Below is a shortened version of Shelley’s Frankenstein. As you read it, pay attention to the dichotomy between the author’s view of science and her romantic view of nature. Frankenstein could not enjoy both worlds; in pursuing his scientific goals he sacrificed his connection with nature. Did it have to be that way? Ultimately he created something dangerous that he could not control. If you were advising Frankenstein throughout the story, what would you have told him to do differently? How would you develop a code of conduct based on lessons learned from this story?

In 1997 the National Library of Medicine produced a major exhibition entitled “Frankenstein: Penetrating the Secrets of Nature.” The exhibition encouraged audiences “to examine … their own views about personal and societal responsibility as it relates to science and other areas of life.” After you read this story, we will consider some of these leading questions in the context of today’s ethical debates regarding stem cell research, cloning, and genetically modified food.

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein – Short Version

In her preface, Mary Shelley writes that “I passed the summer of 1816 in the environs of Geneva. The season was cold and rainy, and in the evenings we crowded around a bluing wood fire and occasionally amused ourselves with some German stories of ghosts which happened to fall into our hands. These tales excited in us a playful desire of imitation. Two other friends and myself agreed to write each a story founded on some supernatural occurrence. The following tale is the only one which has been completed.” (Sept. 1817)

Rescue of Victor Frankenstein

The novel begins with a series of letters that the explorer Robert Walton writes to his sister back in England. Walton is looking for a new passage from Russia to the Pacific Ocean through the Arctic. In one of the letters, Walton says that the crew sees in the distance someone trailing a dog sled. He is described as “a being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature.” The traveler is making rapid progress and the crew eventually loses sight of him. Later in the novel, the reader learns that this was the monster that Victor Frankenstein created.

The next morning, the crew sees another man floating on an ice flow near the ship. The man is emaciated and near death. After he is rescued and nursed back to health, the reader learns that the man is Victor Frankenstein and that he had been chasing the monster. Speaking of him Walton says, “his constant and deep grief fills me with sympathy and compassion. He must have been a noble creature in his better days, being even now in wreck so attractive and amiable.” After he is much recovered from his illness, Frankenstein and Walton converse frequently. Frankenstein attentively listens to the minute details of the exploration plans, and his sympathetic manner leads Walton to share his personal feelings about the exploration.

“I was easily led by the sympathy which he evinced to use the language of my heart, to give utterance to the burning ardor of my soul, and to say, with all the fervor that warmed me, how gladly I would sacrifice my fortune, my existence, my every hope, to the furtherance of my enterprise. One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought, for the dominion I should acquire and transmit over the elemental foes of our race.”

As Walton spoke he noticed a gloom spread over the listener’s face. Frankenstein covered his eyes with his fingers and tears began to trickle down. After some moments, he collected himself and Walton continued to talk about his personal ambition. Later, Frankenstein tried to explain why he responded in such a painful way. “You may easily perceive, Captain Walton, that I have suffered great and unparalleled misfortunes. I had determined at one time that the memory of these evils should die with me, but you have won me to alter my determination. You seek for knowledge and wisdom, as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been.”

Frankenstein as Narrator – His Early Life and Passion for Science

After Walton’s first few letters, Victor Frankenstein becomes the narrator though he is still revealing his story to Walton. He begins by recalling a happy childhood. He was born in Naples to a distinguished and loving Swiss family. “My mother's tender caresses and my father's smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me are my first recollections.” He describes his parents’ benevolent disposition, especially his mother’s charity toward the poor.

Victor was the eldest child. In addition to his parents, he was very close to his adopted sister Elizabeth and his best friend Henry Clerval. It was his mother’s wish that one day, Victor and Elizabeth would marry. Victor also had a brother Ernest and a much younger brother William. Of his early years, Victor said, “No human being could have passed a happier childhood than me. My parents were possessed by the very spirit of kindness and indulgence. When I mingled with other families I distinctly discerned how peculiarly fortunate my lot was, and gratitude assisted the development of filial love.”

While Elizabeth was the romantic attracted to poetry and the outward beauty of nature, Victor had a strong passion for science. He spent his early teenage years reading books of science in a quest to learn “the physical secrets of the world.” Victor was particularly interested in chemistry and electricity. He said, “I have described myself as always having been imbued with a fervent longing to penetrate the secrets of nature. *** Wealth was an inferior object, but what glory would attend the discovery if I could banish disease from the human frame and render man invulnerable to any but a violent death! Nor were these my only visions. The raising of ghosts or devils was a promise accorded by my favorite authors, the fulfillment of which I most eagerly sought.”

When he turned seventeen, Victor leaves home to become a student at the University of Ingolstadt in Germany. There he quickly established himself as an exceptional student. Even before he arrived at Ingolstadt, Victor was developing a growing ego. He was intrigued by the alchemists who had grand visions, but believed that the modern scientists were too limited in their goals. “I had contempt for the uses of modern philosophy. It was very different when the masters of science sought immortality and power.” At the university, Victor had two mentors: Krempe and Waldman. Both men explain the shortcomings of alchemy, but Waldman is the more respected. He counsels Victor to apply himself to all branches of natural philosophy.

Immersing himself completely in study, Victor’s progress is rapid. About his love of science, Victor says “None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. In other studies you go as far as others have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know; but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder.” After two years of intense study there was nothing new for Victor to learn from his professors. He had distinguished himself as a masterful, innovative scientist. “I made some discoveries in the improvement of some chemical instruments, which procured me great esteem and admiration at the university.” At this point, Victor considered leaving the university and returning home.

Creation of the Monster

Rather than leave the University Victor decided to stay longer and pursue a grand undertaking – to examine the mystery of life. “I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of death succeed to the blooming cheek of life; I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye and brain. I paused, examining and analyzing all the minutiae of causation, as exemplified in the change from life to death, and death to life, until from the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me -- a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so many men of genius who had directed their inquiries towards the same science, that I alone should be reserved to discover so astonishing a secret.”

In telling this part of his story, Victor added this caution for the explorer Walton: “Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”

Victor goes on saying, “I hesitated a long time concerning the manner in which I should [proceed]. Although I possessed the capacity of bestowing animation, yet to prepare a frame … with all its intricacies of fibers, muscles, and veins, still remained a work of inconceivable difficulty and labor. I doubted at first whether I should attempt the creation of a being like myself, or one of simpler organization; but my imagination was too much exalted … to permit me to doubt of my ability to give life to an animal as complex and wonderful as man. *** I began the creation of a human being. As the minuteness of the parts formed a great hindrance to my speed, I resolved, contrary to my first intention, to make the being of a gigantic stature, that is to say, about eight feet in height, and proportionally large. After having formed this determination and having spent some months in successfully collecting and arranging my materials, I began. *** Pursuing these reflections, I thought that if I could bestow animation upon lifeless matter, I might in process of time (although I now found it impossible) renew life where death had apparently devoted the body to corruption.

“I collected bones from charnel-houses and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame. *** The dissecting room and the slaughter-house furnished many of my materials; and often did my human nature turn with loathing from my occupation, whilst, still urged on by an eagerness which perpetually increased, I brought my work near to a conclusion.”

After two years of toil, Victor is ready to bring the monster to life. [Note that Shelley offers little detail of this momentous event; the account is surprisingly short.]

“It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

“How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

“Oh! No mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not he so hideous as that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then, but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.

“I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse beat so quickly and hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery; at others, I nearly sank to the ground through languor and extreme weakness. Mingled with this horror, I felt the bitterness of disappointment; dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space were now become a hell to me; and the change was so rapid, the overthrow so complete!”

Repulsed at what he had created Victor ran out of his apartment. He wandered the dark, rainy streets of Ingolstadt dazed and disoriented. In the morning he came to a familiar inn where he saw a carriage pull up. Stepping out of the carriage was his close childhood friend Henry Clerval who just arrived from Switzerland to enroll in the university. Victor was joyful to see Clerval, but still much shaken from the previous night. Returning to his apartment Victor found it to be empty, “freed from its hideous guest.” Assured that his “enemy” had indeed fled, he welcomed Clerval inside. In the apartment, Victor fainted. Afterward he was very sick for several months.

With the help of Clerval, Victor slowly recovered. He credited his recovery with the restorative powers of nature and friendship. “I was fond of exercise, and Clerval had always been my favorite companion in the rambles of this nature that I had taken among the scenes of my native country. We passed a fortnight in these perambulations; my health and spirits had long been restored, and they gained additional strength from the salubrious air I breathed, the natural incidents of our progress, and the conversation of my friend. Study had before secluded me from the intercourse of my fellow creatures and rendered me unsocial, but Clerval called forth the better feelings of my heart; he again taught me to love the aspect of nature and the cheerful faces of children. Excellent friend!”