To Many Different Angles

As i reflect on my readings of Saikaku's, "The Barrelmaker Brimful of Love" and Mary Shelly's "Frankenstein," I notice both stories have many different angles that can be preseved. One area that is covered in both stories is love. Saikaku tells the reader of a man who has found himself in love with a maid that is a married women. A very unusual and uncommon situation in that day and time. Shelly tells of a monster created by Victor Frankenstein who lives Victors view of science and life. A creature sewn together from old body parts and brought to life by chemicals and lightning and suddley becomes a huge eight foot tall newborn living baby. Being shocked by his creation Frankstein wants to disown the monster. His creation, the monster, feels neglect, sadness and rejection from Victor who the monster thought of as his father.The strange, impossible and even horrible aspects of the story become modern day possibilities. The cloning of the living is a good example. Many different themes can be noticed in the story, good versus evil, nuture versus nature are just a few. Mistrust becomes a major issue when the monster finds out about Franksteins journal and discovers Franksteins true thoughts about his creation. At first, though excited and having a love for life and a love for his creator, the excitement quickly turns sour. The more neglect and rejection felt the more obsessed he becomes with Frankstein. He began to question his exsistence and his learned values that contradicted those of Frankstein. The negative opinions of him from his creator causes a depression, a loathing of himself and he becomes angered with Frankstein. Love and admiration is replaced with a sense of revenge. The monster tells us " I continued for the remainder of the day in my hovel in a state of utter and stupid despair. My proctectors had departed, and had broken the only link that held me to the world. For the first time the fellings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them, but, allowing myself to be borne away by the stream. I bent my mind toward injury and death" (Shelley 93)." " The feelings of kindness and gentleness, which I had enternained but a few moments before, gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind. But the agony of my wound overcame me, my pilses paused, and I fainted" (Shelley 96).