Frankenstein, the story of man-made man, is a horrifying story. But it is also symbolic of the even more horrifying real-live monster of the women's lib movement.
Frankenstein, written by a woman, was an allegory of "feminism" (like the usage of the word "liberal," "feminism" stands for the opposite of its label). The feminine nature, made beautiful, soft, and lovely by God, is stifled and made grotesque in women who recreate themselves to try to be like men. The missing little girl symbolizes the 60-some million aborted children missing since 1970, victims of this monster’s wrath. Men (and women alike) are also counted among this monster’s casualties.
Mary Shelley wrote many fantastic novels and stories, but she is best known for Frankenstein, written in friendly competition with Lord Byron, John Polidori and of course, Mary's husband, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, a Byronic hero-demon who dominated his wife with an influence both inspiring and vampiric. When Mary wrote "The Transformation" in 1831, she was thirty-four. Percy had been dead for nearly a decade, yet his equivocal personality still possessed her, as reflected in the character of the narrator of this bizarre tale, a weak person with a great capacity to do either good or evil. The denouement seems to suggest that the author still could not abandon all hope that her late husband's soul was magnificent, at least in its potential for virtue. Though she died twenty years later in 1851, it is unlikely that Mary even exorcised her great angel-fiend.