Respuestas
Captain Robert Walton hanging out in St. Petersburg, Russia, maybe around the end of the twenty-eighth century. He is waiting for a ride to the port of Arcangel, where he wants to hire some Russians to sail to the North Pole. Unfortunately, the ship is stuck in impassable ice hundreds of kilometers from the mainland. What boredom! With nothing to do, he writes letters to his sister in England. What is your main complaint? He wants a friend to keep him company. (And all the sailors on the ship? No, he wants a decent partner).
Soon after, Walton's despair is interrupted by the sighting of ... a man! In the ice! On a sled pulled by dogs! The man gets on the boat and it seems that Walton's desire to have a friend has come true. Except that this man, Victor, seems to be called, is a bit crazy. This is his story, as he tells Walton:
Victor began being a normal boy in Geneva, and his parents adopted a girl named Elizabeth to marry her as she grew up. Typical, very normal everything. In the university he decides to study philosophy of nature (something like rudimentary physics) and chemistry, in addition to alchemy, the evil double of chemistry. In a matter of two years, he discovers how to give life to a human body made of parts of corpses. (We could not even finish high school in two years). Afterwards, he is horrified to see his own creation (how? Really?) And gets sick for months while his friend, Henry Clerval, helps him recover.
Back in Geneva, Victor's younger brother, William, is murdered. The maid of the Frankenstein family, Justine, is accused of his death. Victor senses, as if by magic, that his monster is the real murderer, but believing that no one would believe the excuse of "was my monster", Victor is afraid to even suggest the theory even after poor Justine is executed.
Victor, afflicted, makes a trip to the Swiss Alps to relax a bit. Of pure chance, he meets the monster, who confesses the crime and tells Victor the following story (if you follow the thread, we are now in a story within a story within a story):
When Frankenstein fled, he realized that he was alone and that he was frightening. Nobody accepted it (but when one is a capirotada of human parts, what is going to be done to him), except an old blind man. He hoped that the family of villagers of the blind man would show him compassion, but they even threw him out. When he crossed paths with William, he killed the boy for revenge. In other words, he is furious because his creator created him to be alone and have a bad time, so he asked him to do him the favor of making her a mate.
To such insistence, Victor agrees. Leave Henry in Scotland and go to work on one of the Orkneys Islands. But just before finishing, destroy the second monster: fear that between the two destroy humanity instead of loving without hurting. The monster sees him doing it and swears revenge ... again. When Victor arrives on an Irish shore, they accuse him of murdering Henry, who has been found dead. He is acquitted, but not before getting sick again for a long time.
Victor returns to Geneva and prepares to marry Elizabeth, but is a little worried: the monster swore he would be with him on their wedding night. Devils! Victor believes that the monster is threatening him, but the night he and Elizabeth get married, the monster kills the bride. This causes Victor's father to die of sadness (he has just lost his daughter-in-law and daughter), so the monster kills two birds with one stone, so to speak.
Alone and determined to take revenge, Victor pursues the monster by all terrain imaginable until it is ragged and close to death. (In fact, we really do not know who is who anymore, except that the monster is taller and uglier). And now we go back to the present: find Walton's ship, tell his story and die.
Is that all over? Well, no. Walton discovers the monster crying over Victor's body. We are not sure if he cries because he is sad or because, as he says, he has no reason to live. Either way, it goes to the Arctic to die. Single. True, it is not an end to Hollywood.