“Captain Walton is travelling in the North Pole to discover new lands. Here he bumps into a man, the scientist Frankenstein, who is chasing a terrible creature. The scientist, numb with cold, stops , talks to the captain and starts his tale. This story is included in a letter that the captain is writing to his sister. Through the technique of the flashback [I ], we understand Frankenstein’s drama and adventures: because of his desire to go beyond knowledge and to penetrate the secrets of life, after a series of deep studies and days of hard work, he found the way of making a human being from corpses. The result was terrible: the creature was terrifying. Frankenstein wants to get rid of it. The monster is initially good and loves people, but its aspect makes people go away. It realises it must live isolated and that it’s refused by everyone-even by its creator. From now on, the monster begins its revenge and becomes bad and full of rage. Frankenstein chases the creature to kill it and so does the monster with the scientist. They travel all over the world up to the North Pole where the scientist finds Walton. The story ends with Frankenstein‘s death and the monster’s suicide.”

As the summary shows, the other important theme, together with science, is the relationship with society: the monster is a victim of social injustice and it is ill-treated. The passage that follows exemplifies well the social theme of the novel. The close relationship between feelings and setting and the emotional language are used to create a positive atmosphere. The setting is a pleasant spring landscape. It reinforces positive feelings and suggests a harmonious relationship between man and nature. The monster appears as a good creature that enjoys the beauty of nature. The harmonious atmosphere is destroyed by the injustice of the behaviour of men to the monster which suggests a negative idea of the nature of human relationships and the position of man in society.

Frankenstein - chapter 16:"I generally rested during the day and travelled only when I was secured by night from the view of man. One morning, however, finding that my path lay through a deep wood, I ventured to continue my journey after the sun had risen; the day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. Soft tears again bedewed my cheeks, and I even raised my humid eyes with thankfulness towards the blessed sun, which bestowed such joy upon me. "I continued to wind among the paths of the wood, until I came to its boundary, which was skirted by a deep and rapid river, into which many of the trees bent their branches, now budding with the fresh spring. Here I paused, not exactly knowing what path to pursue, when I heard the sound of voices, that induced me to conceal myself under the shade of a cypress. I was scarcely hid when a young girl came running towards the spot where I was concealed, laughing, as if she ran from someone in sport. She continued her course along the precipitous sides of the river, when suddenly her foot slipped, and she fell into the rapid stream. I rushed from my hiding-place and with extreme labour, from the force of the current, saved her and dragged her to shore. She was senseless, and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation, when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic, who was probably the person from whom she had playfully fled. On seeing me, he darted towards me, and tearing the girl from my arms, hastened towards the deeper parts of the wood. I followed speedily, I hardly knew why; but when the man saw me draw near, he aimed a gun, which he carried, at my body and fired. I sank to the ground, and my injurer, with increased swiftness, escaped into the wood. "This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind. But the agony of my wound overcame me; my pulses paused, and I fainted. "For some weeks I led a miserable life in the woods, endeavouring to cure the wound which I had received. The ball had entered my shoulder, and I knew not whether it had remained there or passed through; at any rate I had no means of extracting it. My sufferings were augmented also by the oppressive sense of the injustice and ingratitude of their infliction. My daily vows rose for revenge -- a deep and deadly revenge, such as would alone compensate for the outrages and anguish I had endured.”