Mary Shelly's Frankenstein is actually a fitting Easter season novel. Victor Frankenstein is a doctor, scientist, philosopher and inventor. His creation has no name. It is just called 'the monster.' While the creature may look hideous, its brain is actually quite advanced. It appreciates beauty in nature and the love among family members. It reads significant texts like Paradise Lost, knows the Bible, and speaks eloquently. A far cry from the Hollywood ogre grunting for brains.
The monster in the story asks Frankenstein to make a spouse for him. The monster desires love and companionship, and no human will have him because of his freakish appearance. At one point the monster laments,
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and am abhorred.
Frankenstein refuses to make a second creation. And as the story unfolds, we begin to see the monster become more human and Frankenstein more monster. Or, as one commentator opined, they become two aspects of the same being: Frankenstein the will and the monster the intellect.
Easter assures us we are not Frankenstein nor the monster. We are, as the monster said, created in God's image. We may have been hideous after the fall of Adam, but we are beautiful after the Resurrection. If we try to see our identity in something other than God, or try to remake ourselves off the an object or illusion, we will be doomed. We should trust that we are beautiful, for God made just like his Son.