The monster lives! Truer than any proclamation on a theater marquee, Frankenstein's monster still walks among us as it has for almost 200 years since it was first created. Susan Tyler Hitchcock, who last traced literary history in _Mad Mary Lamb_, has been on the lookout for the monster for the past twenty years, and now has written _Frankenstein: A Cultural History_ (Norton). "My guiding assumption has been that the monster's story says something important. Otherwise we would not keep telling it." The retellings are not just movies, although these do keep coming long after the archetypal films of Boris Karloff. Hitchcock traces the story in stage plays, television comedies, pulp novels, comics, plastic models, and breakfast cereals. The monster has risked being trivialized ever since its inception, but especially in our scientific age, it keeps scaring us with intimations that we may know too much for our own good.
Mary Shelley produced an original story but one not without its antecedents. Shelley subtitled her story, published in 1818, "The Modern Prometheus", drawing on the legend of the god who suffered for giving humans fire. She also drew upon the science of the time that was investigating how bodies twitched when sparked with electricity. Immediately after her novel was published, there were stage productions that introduced business that was not in the novel, like the bumbling laboratory assistant, electrical reanimation machines, a monster mute except for grunts and groans, an angry crowd seeking the monster and its creator, and a cataclysmic ending of them both at the climax. It was in 1931 that "something irreversible happened to Frankenstein", the film from Universal Studios. It "... locked in new and indelible imagery for the Monster. It had so wide and powerful an influence that ever since, renditions of the story have either depended on, ricocheted off, or actively defended against associations with it." The reputation of the Shelley novel had gone into decline (more in the ascendant now with appreciation of the romantic movement and of women authors) and few knew of the original story, but everyone came to know the monster as portrayed by Boris Karloff. Karloff's image (with its sutures, bolts in the neck, and square-topped head, all developed by makeup artist Jack Pierce) is the image even for those who haven't seen the old movies.
Frankenstein, along with Dracula, rescued Universal Studios and sparked endless remakes and sequels. They became standards of television in the 1950s, when Universal's horror library was marketed to local television stations, which in turn made programs of them called something like "Thrill Theater" or "Creature Feature", hosted by a local ghoul like Vampira or M. T. Graves. The broadcasts were pitched to adults, but they became a staple of adolescents who were potential audiences for new films like _I Was a Teenage Frankenstein_. When we were making our first voyages into outer space, _Frankenstein Meets the Space Monster_ came in 1964. In the movies, German scientists might make the life force of the monster which might be irradiated in Japan. Dr. Frank N. Furter was the demented host in _The Rocky Horror Picture Show_, singing, dancing, and bent on making Rocky, a creature that would satisfy his every sexual need. Commercial applications multiplied: General Mills brought forth Frankenberry cereal and a beer-and-hot-dog franchise trademarked the name "Frank 'n Stein". It's all here in Hitchcock's entertaining compilation, and it is all fun, except that the horror never goes away. Shelley's ambiguous creature is still around to scold us when we fret that we might be tampering with nature without knowing what the future might bring. Genetic modification may never recover from the etymological sneer "Frankenfood" coined in 1992 for modified crops, and there are also now "Frankenpigs" (although I think surely someone could have done a catchier neologism with "Frankenswine"). We are not about to stop our tampering, and so the monster will never be slowed by trivialization or commerce. It will haunt us forever.