"Two or Three" Book Club, Meeting 111
If I bring up Stephenie Meyer's Twilight up a lot during our discussions of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, that's because the latter is the unacknowledged great-grandfather of the former. Edward Cullen is the perfect blend of Frankenstein and his Creature . . . if you overlook the sparkling. But seriously, the Romantic ideal of being lonely and lost in a beautiful but comfortless world, until you find the individual who is the perfect and only mate for you, is believed by both Edward and the Creature. And the idea that you yourself can have a hand in creating this individual is explored by both Meyer and Shelley.
. . . a train of reflection occurred to me, which led me to consider the effects of what I was now doing. Three years before I was engaged in the same manner, and had created a fiend whose unparalleled barbarity had desolated my heart, and filled it for ever with the bitterest remorse. I was now about to form another being, of whose dispositions I was alike ignorant; she might become ten thousand times more malignant than her mate, and delight, for its own sake, in murder and wretchedness. He had sworn to quit the neighbourhood of man, and hide himself in deserts; but she had not; and she, who in all probability was to become a thinking and reasoning animal, might refuse to comply with a compact made before her creation. They might even hate each other; the creature who already lived loathed his own deformity, and might he not conceive a greater abhorrence for it when it came before his eyes in the female form? She also might turn with disgust from him to the superior beauty of man; she might quit him, and he be again alone, exasperated by the fresh provocation of being deserted by one of his own species.
But if you really think about it, the Frankenstein of Twilight is Carlisle Cullen, the vampire who turned Edward and the rest of his coven . . . and who would have been willing to turn Bella had Edward continued to refuse. Something that I've long felt the Twilight series fails to explain is why Edward has always had only admiration and affection for his "sire," when he himself is so ambivalent about what he was turned into.