Of the coterie that spent the summer of 1816 at Lake Geneva,
Claire Clairmont must be by far the least renowned. Among the few who know her
name, she is Mary Shelley’s step-sister, a friend of Percy Shelley and one of
many lovers of George Gordon, Lord Byron. It was thanks to her, however, that
the group came together at all. Her brief affair with Byron that spring had
clearly exacerbated her infatuation – introducing her step-sister to the poet
enabled her to arrange for Mary, Percy and herself to stay in a house near the
grand villa the poet had leased.
For Mary, who was increasingly known as Mary Shelley
although the couple were not yet married, this was one of many complications in
her life. Travelling for the sake of Percy’s poor health with an infant child
would have been stressful enough without the controversy that followed them at
home and abroad. Although we don’t know exactly when that summer Claire learned
she was pregnant with Byron’s child, nor indeed when Byron tired of her and the
affair ended, it’s almost too tempting to suggest that this was another trauma
of procreation on the list that inspired Mary’s unique representation of a
monstrous birth.
The group found themselves together on the dark, stormy
night of June 16th, the atmosphere perfect for a ghost story, when a
plot was hatched: instead of telling other people’s stories, they would write
their own. Percy struggled to find inspiration and quickly gave up. Even Byron,
who was incredibly prolific all summer, began a vampire novel and abandoned it.
The successful writers were, ironically, the ones who were not yet known.
Byron’s physician Dr. Polidori took up the poet’s ideas and developed them into
The Vampyre, the short story that
catalysed the subgenre eighty years before Bram Stoker put pen to paper for Dracula. Mary, meanwhile, struggled with
her assignment, but refused to give up so lightly. According to her
introduction to the 1831 edition of her novel, several days passed until, after
a long night talking of contemporary experiments in galvanism (reanimating dead
flesh using electrical currents), she had a peculiar waking dream:
“I saw—with shut eyes, but acute mental
vision, —I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he
had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then,
on the working of some
powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an
uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be;
for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the
stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world. His success would terrify the
artist; he would rush away from his odious handywork, horror-stricken.”
She thought she had the beginnings of a short story. Over
the next year, with Percy’s encouragement and collaboration, including his
frequent alterations and suggestions on the manuscript, it became a full length
novel, drawing on the traumas that marked their early relationship. The first
four chapters were written after Mary’s half-sister Fanny Imlay committed
suicide, depressed after Mary and Claire’s departure and having learned of her illegitimacy.
In November, Percy’s heavily pregnant wife Harriet also killed herself,
breeding lasting guilt for both himself and Mary; when the lovers finally
married just a few weeks later, it was in part to help Percy’s suit for custody
of his two children by Harriet. By the time Frankenstein
was finished in May 1817, it was built on over a year of painful childbirths
and childrearing that shine through in the relationship between creator and
creation.
When eventually published in January 1818, with a
preface by Percy and dedication to her father William Godwin, Frankenstein didn’t even bear Mary’s
name – it was anonymous until the second edition was released in 1822 – but her
masterpiece was given to a world that had no idea just how important it would
be.
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