Monday, February 22, 2016

The Battle of the (Monster) Brains

The Battle of the (Monster) Brains:
Gardner’s Grendel vs. Shelley’s the Monster

Back when monsters were really coming onto the scene, post-Beowulf Grendel but pre-Grendel Grendel, the beginning of Gothic literature produced one of the most famous monsters in literature and society today. This monster, of course, is Mary Shelley’s Monster from Frankenstein (for crying out loud, Frankenstein was the scientist!!) who was thought up during a walk a few days after a scary-story writing contest between her husband, the also famous Percy Shelley, and Lord Byron, while vacationing in Switzerland. The fact that a woman, of all people in the world, created such a terrifying (though that word isn’t the one that would be used these days in reference to the ménage of body parts somehow coming together to create a sentient creature) monster was in itself controversial at the time of Frankenstein’s publication in 1817. Mary not only completed this feat, but she imagined a monster that was compassionate, naive, and strikingly intelligent. Now, there’s quite a bit in those qualities that John Gardner’s portrayal of Grendel can relate to.
            After the Monster first woke upon his creation, he was so confused by the world around him. Grendel experiences this same confusion when he first ventures out into the world beyond his underwater fortress, young, still proud. Both are innocent upon creation, regardless of the circumstances of their genesis. They begin to wander and roam, not realizing that their appearance may scare some people off—but hey, it’s not their fault they didn’t have a mirror to look into first. The both of them begin to realize that there’s a whole world previously unknown to them, though the Monster begins from a point much further behind than Grendel does, as Grendel already knows language and the fundamentals of his cave-life and whatnot.
            They both start learning more about general things in reference to the world—the Monster learning language and certain literature from the DeLacey family/Victor’s pocket books, Grendel from the Dragon and his own contemplations. They begin to struggle while their respective intelligences grow, and, as is typically the case, they feel more alone in the world. The Monster realizes what a family is from watching the DeLaceys, and his unhappiness is rooted deeper with each passing day. Grendel, though he may never realize it himself, wishes he could approach the humans and gain acceptance by them, then ultimately love—exactly what the Monster consciously wishes. Both have experiences with speaking to blind old men, who can’t see the grotesqueness of their appearance, making them the perfect vessels that would (hopefully) then result in the acceptance of the other humans. The Monster ends up being beaten with a walking stick by Felix, certainly not the best of reactions, while Grendel finds himself amused with Ork’s strong devotion while pretending to be the Great Destroyer and silently creeps off. The latter, though he could’ve attempted to use Ork’s blindness to his advantage while appealing to Ork’s pathos and ethos, instead chickens out.
            Both monsters end up on a pathway to revenge. The Monster gets pretty pissed once Victor begins to create a bride like he begged for, then disassembles the parts and refuses to begin again. For this, the Monster pledges to kill everyone Victor loves. Grendel, meanwhile, seems to still be bitter at the whole axe-throwing incident with Hrothgar, along with the simple happiness of the humans, and the fact that they have the company of each other. His destructive tendencies are less organized and thought-out than the Monster’s, but then again he seems to be the more childlike of the two, as his mother was never able to teach him anything like the DeLaceys unknowingly taught the Monster.
            The monsters simultaneously misunderstand and are misunderstood by their creators, setting their entire lives up for a downward spiral when their personal searches for happiness yield the opposite: an existence given over to loneliness.

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