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Friday 18 January 2019

To sooth a savage breast


If you only know Frankenstein’s creature from the movies, you’d think he talked like Tarzan. “Alone, bad! Friend, good!” Except, of course, Tarzan in the books didn’t say things like that and neither does the monster. He quotes Plutarch. He knows Paradise Lost almost verbatim. Victor calls him “fiend”, “demon”, “monster”, “vile insect”. The visionary genius is reduced almost to incoherence by his hatred for the thing he's made, but we rarely see the creature in a blind rage. By the time he meets his maker for the second time, he has left the innocent brute behind. Now he has become a civilized killer.

Also because of the movies, most people think Frankenstein is a story about a mad baron who sticks a criminal brain into a corpse and brings it to life in his castle laboratory during a thunderstorm, with the help of his hunchbacked assistant, only to be thwarted by rampaging villagers with pitchforks.

In fact none of those things is in the novel. I created my digital interactive retelling of the story, in part to rescue Mary Shelley’s classic from the neglect into which it has fallen. It’s a great story, but one bogged down by swathes of unlovely prose. My aim in making it interactive has been to turn it up to eleven, to reach out and drag the modern reader right into the text. That opening scene of the creature’s birth gave me the clue for one way to do that – a way to show his awakening consciousness using all of the senses. And that led me towards music as the vanishing point where his raw sense of hearing converges with his aspirations to join the communality of art and culture that unites the rest of humankind.

Because of the way the story has mutated its way through popular culture, a common image has Victor Frankenstein sewing his creature together out of dead bodies: the world’s most monstrous rag doll. In my version of the story, as in Mary Shelley’s original novel, it might be more accurate to think of the creature constructed, golem-like, a swollen homunculus of flesh. I describe his skin being grown on needlework frames, his tissues cultured from simple cells. This creature is not an old thing patched up; he’s a whole new being.

It’s alive

On “a dreary night of November”, with rain pattering dismally against the panes, the creature draws his first breath. Everything is a blank slate. His senses are one confused storm of inputs and feelings. Sounds have colour. Shapes have taste. Gradually he makes sense of the world, marvelling at the mystery of birdsong and the immense round mountain that rolls across the sky at night.

Spurned by his maker and rejected violently by everyone he meets, the creature takes shelter in an outbuilding adjoining the chateau of an aristocratic family, the de Lacys. And here’s where Mary Shelley came up with an inspired story device: a crack in the wall through which he is able to spy on them. He observes the de Lacys at the dinner table, or gathered around the elderly, blind pater familias as he plays the harpsichord. When a Turkish girl comes to stay, the son of the family starts to teach her French and, eye pressed to the crack, that’s how the creature gets his education too.



It’s at this point in the novel that we start to perceive, buried in its grosser body tissue, the outlines of another familiar story: the former ingénue who, as he acquires education and culture, becomes increasingly dismissive of those who remind him of his former ignorance. “Her grasp of French is almost as good as mine,” remarks the creature of Safiye, the Turkish girl, in a backhanded compliment. When an official of the Revolutionary government shows up to evict the family, the detail that causes the creature greatest outrage is that the man cannot read.

Finally the creature feels that his efforts at self-education have earned him a place by the hearth. He is ready to creep out of his ruined hovel and go round to the house. Dressed in stolen clothes, he waits till the others are out to present himself to old Monsieur de Lacy, whom he expects to be the most sympathetic to his plight – and who, being blind, is not going to panic the moment he appears at the door:
Alone in the cottage, the old man sits at his keyboard playing the opening contrapunctus of Bach’s Die Kunst der Fuge. It is a sweet sad air, mournful and yet gloriously so. Though Bach intended this piece of music as just an exercise, everything human is contained there. We live and will die. Nothing has meaning except what we give it. And yet the tiny equations of mortal perception contain everything that is beautiful and true.



Now, Mary Shelley doesn’t do a whole lot of showing. “He played several mournful but sweet airs,” is how she renders this scene, “more mournful and sweet than I had ever heard him play before.” But I wanted the reader to see how the creature has changed over these months – from a thing whose senses run together in a synaesthetic whirlpool to a man who can quote Plutarch and Milton. And that piece by Bach, played here by Margaret Fabrizio, seems to me the epitome of humanity in its melding of simplicity and beauty, logic and almost spiritual emotion.

But it’s not enough to show your character has become almost a gentleman, you must remind the reader where he came from. A few minutes later, talking to M de Lacy, he invites him to play something:
Turning back to the harpsichord, he lets his fingers find the keys and then bursts into a performance of Rameau’s Tambourin. It is of a very different mood from the Bach he was playing before I came in: a fast-paced work full of gusto and melodramatic flourishes. A mere entertainment. How disappointing that he doesn’t recognize a kindred spirit.
The creature’s scornful reaction to what is, after all, a jaunty bit of 18th century pop (played here with great gusto by Julian Frey) is more than just resentment at being thought unsophisticated. It shows us his fatal flaw. Sheltered in his hovel beside the chateau, all that he has seen through the crack is the best and most serious side of mankind. The aristocratic M de Lacy is wise enough to appreciate that there is room in life for both the transcendent brilliance of Bach and the heel-kicking silliness of Rameau. The creature fails to understand that. His morality is as pure and absolute as an adolescent’s, as furious as one of those French revolutionary fanatic’s. And in the gap between these two pieces of music, he will experience his downfall.


This is a longer version of a guest post I originally wrote for The Undercover Soundtrack, a website about how music inspires writers.

19 comments:

  1. An excellent project! Tho not without its faults, the original novel is far superior to any of the adaptations I've seen. Dracula is actually in much the same situation, tho the '92 version did stick relatively close to the book's plot, for all its other flaws.

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    1. I decided to pass on Coppola's Dracula after seeing a clip with Gary Oldman as Man-Bat. But the BBC did a very faithful adaptation back in 1977 with Louis Jourdan giving for my money the best Drac performance to date. Worth a look:
      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Count_Dracula_(1977_film)

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    2. It definitely has its problems. Reeves and Ryder are terrible, and it's completely over the top. But it is also pretty fun to watch Oldman and Hopkins and Elwes and Waits chewing the scenery as hard as they can.

      I'll have to check out that '77 version. Thanks for letting me know about it!

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    3. Now you're making me think I should see it...

      The one problem with the '77 version was low production values. It was made for British TV. I'm still waiting for the definitive HBO mini-series starring -- who? Mads Mikkelsen, perhaps?

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    4. It's hard to say. It is definitely a very weird movie. I enjoyed it, but I have odd taste, so it's really hard for me to make recommendations to others.

      I certainly can't think of anyone offhand who would do better than Mikkelsen. For some takes on it, I could see Tom Hiddleston, but not one that's really trying to stay true to the book.

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    5. Funnily enough I thought of Hiddleston too -- but yes, that would be for a romantic hero take on the character, like Dracula Untold, and I really want to see the scary, inhuman Dracula of the novel on screen.

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    6. If we get Mads in the role of "Dracula" then rather than see him get his comeuppance, I want to see him win a la Kim Newman's Anno Dracula...

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    7. I can pretty much guarantee that any movie version from now on will feature Dracula as a romantic hero who wins.

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    8. Would you find that a pain in the neck ?

      (PS although Dracula Wins in Anno Dracula he is far from being any kind of hero; he is a malignant presence kept off stage, and deprived of charisma by having no lines to deliver...I suspect they wouldn't do that with MM in the role however !)

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    9. I've never actually read any of Kim Newman's books, John, though I keep meaning to. Why haven't I? I suppose because Jamie and I noticed that Anno Dracula was built on a similar premise to our Shadow King PC game concept and, back when we had a game company and still thought we might get it made, we didn't want to be influenced by Mr Newman's approach. Probably I could accept that ship has sailed and just take Anno Dracula down from the bookshelf now, eh? At any rate, I'm sure Kim Newman wouldn't ever do a drippy Hollywood-style version of Drac.

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    10. I definitely recommend them, Dave. His subsequent alternate history novels following the course of a 'Vampiric' 2oth Century are all good as well (Bloody Red Baron, Dracula Cha Cha Cha, Johnny Alucard; I'm sure he must have a Brexit Britain one in the pipeline as well...

      Talking of (Data) Vampires I'm staying off Facebook for the moment, though I'll probably pop back up there in due course, wearing some digital garlic ;-)

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    11. His old Warhammer books, written as Jack Yeovil, are excellent. Particularly Drachenfels, which is one of my favourites, kept on the very same shelf as Bloodsword and Way of the Tiger!

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    12. I've read his movie reviews and one short story. Which is odd, come to think of it, because I have great respect for him and he's a friend of Martin McKenna, with whom I used to work on Mirabilis. So it's really an unaccountable gap in my reading that I should rectify.

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    13. @John Hagan: Aren't vampires pretty much always a pain in the neck ;)

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    14. John will just be vlad of the opportunity for more puns, WestRider. I'll fang you not to encourage him.

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    15. I'm gravely disappointed but I can't think of any good puns, even though my reputation is at stake. I'll have to bat this one back to you...

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    16. I can't help it, they're just in my blood.

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  2. FYI I have finally gotten around to playing The Frankenstein Wars (I backed it as a Kickstarter) and I am definitely enjoying it.

    I found myself in The Battle as Anton actually trying to lose the sortie against the guns, because I wanted to sabotage the Zeroistes. Lead the sortie, yes, but make deliberately incompetent decisions in the hope it would fail. Unfortunately that didn't work so well. I was very incompetent but could not succeed in getting my troops shot out from under me and deserting. Needs of the narrative I guess. Now I'm going to do it differently. Since I have to return to face Napoleon anyway, even if I want to end him, I should probably pull off that sortie as best I can so he trusts me more. That way the final double cross will have more effect.

    Anyways, awesome Frankenstein-related product!

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    1. Thanks. I was playing around with that concept for years as a graphic novel, as a movie script, as a PC game... It was great to finally get it done in partnership with Cubus Games and Paul Gresty.

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