Can a corpse be
reanimated? Can life be made from death? What if monsters roamed the earth and
man could be God? Mary Shelley imagined such things both in her dreams and in
her nightmares.
Mary Shelley was
born Mary Godwin on 30 August 1797, the daughter of the radical philosopher
William Godwin and the proto-feminist writer Mary Wollestonecraft.
Mary never knew
her mother who had died from infection in the days following her birth as the
result of a botched delivery but she was aware of her work, her significance,
and of her own role in her mother’s death that had caused her father such pain.
In 1792, Mary
Wollestonecraft had written the Vindication of the Rights of Women now
considered the first feminist treatise in which she stated that women were
inferior to men in no other way than in the education that was denied them. She
also insisted that women maintain control over their own bodies and use them as
they wish to satisfy their own desires.
Such radical ideas and the fact that as
a woman she willing to express them not just verbally but in writing led her to
being described by the author and Whig politician Horace Walpole as that “Hyena
in Skirts.”
Her marriage to
William Godwin the author of Political Justice which is often seen as an early
anarchist tract with its insistence upon the governance of reason over the
government of people whether consensual or otherwise was unexpected in that
both were vocal advocates of free love even though Mary had been married once
before.
It was to be a
working partnership with the few years they were together being the most
productive of their lives and when Mary died Godwin was devastated. He told a
friend:
“I firmly believe
there does not exist her equal in the world. I know we were formed to make each
other happy. I have not the least expectation that I can ever know happiness
again.
Four years after
Mary’s death he married Mary Jane Clairmont, a woman with limited intellectual
horizons and no literary ambition.
The young Mary
was to have a fractious relationship with her step-mother who she was later to
blame for turning her father against her, though his own behaviour towards her
indicates that perhaps he too in part held Mary to blame for his wife’s death.
For despite having a liberal upbringing and being encouraged to think free of
restraint and social convention he denied her the formal education that her
mother had believed essential if women were ever to be considered the equal of
men.
But then there is no better education than imagination and with access to
her father’s vast library, his manuscripts and papers, she had that in
abundance and was an avid reader.
Uncomfortable in
the presence of her step-mother and her daughters, Mary was an introverted
child who spent much of her time on her own and could often be found sitting at
her mother’s graveside reading.
As one of the
leading radical thinkers of his day the Godwin family home became a halfway
house for London’s liberal elite and was frequented by the likes of William
Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and the members of the Corresponding
Societies.
In 1814 when she
was aged seventeen she met and fell hopelessly in love with the poet Percy
Byssche Shelley, five years her senior. He was already married to Harriet Westbrook
but on 24 June abandoned his wife to be with Mary.
Upon discovering
that his daughter was having an affair with Shelley, Godwin was furious. Not
only was he a married man but he had come to believe that Shelley was governed
not by reason but by the indulgence of the senses and that no good could come
from a relationship with a man who had no moral compass.
Mary was
surprised and upset by her father’s reaction for he had written in Political
Justice that marriage was a repressive monopoly and had been an advocate of
free love, but he had since retracted his words and changed his views.
Godwin’s
antagonism towards Shelley may have had more prosaic reasons, however. Shelley
who was a devoted follower had introduced himself to Godwin as the son of a
family of great wealth, which he was, and Godwin believing that Shelley might
be able to alleviate some of his own financial difficulties devoted a great
deal of time nurturing the young man.
He was later to discover that Shelley had
no real income of his own and had been effectively disinherited by his
father.
Despite her
father’s disapproval, Mary who had been taught to think for herself would make
her own decisions in this world.
On 28 July, she
and Shelley eloped to France. They were to return to England six weeks later
penniless and with Mary pregnant. Her father would have nothing to do with them
and they were forced to live off the charity of friends.
It was a difficult
time for Mary who already haunted by the fact that she may have been
responsible for her mother’s death now had to cope with the rejection of the
father she adored and the loss of her baby which was stillborn.
Also, unlike her
father Shelley remained a devotee of free love and continued to have affairs
which Mary was made to endorse.
He had also let it be known that he intended to
share Mary’s body with his friends.
This Mary agreed to though she never acted
on it.
She wanted to be Shelley’s woman not his plaything.
The year 1816 was
a turbulent one both in a wider social sense and for Mary personally. Both
significant and sad in equal measure it was to prove a turning point in Mary’s
life.
In April Mount
Tambora in the Dutch East Indies erupted.
It was the greatest volcanic eruption
known in history up to that point and it deposited huge amounts of dense,
black, volcanic ash into the atmosphere that blotted out the sun. As a result the
Continent of Europe and elsewhere was plunged into semi-darkness and cursed
with freak weather conditions for months.
There was frost in August as
temperatures fell below freezing, the rain was incessant, rivers flooded and
red snow was seen to fall in Italy. Across the Continent crops failed, and
there was widespread famine during what was to become known as The Year Without
Summer.
In May of that
year Mary and Percy travelled to Switzerland along with Mary’s step-sister Clara,
also known as Clair, Clairmont to stay with Lord Byron.
Distant as
children Mary and Claire had become close as they grew into adulthood. Claire,
who was as tempestuous and argumentative as her mother, was pregnant with Lord
Byron’s child at the time and she was also the on-off lover of Shelley. Indeed,
his friends often used to joke about his two wives.
By June of that
year, Mary who was by now using the surname Shelley, Percy, Claire, and Lord
Byron along with his personal physician the twenty one year old Dr John
Polidori were living together at the Villa Diodati on the shores of Lake Geneva
in Switzerland.
Because of the
extreme weather conditions and Mary was often to complain of the incessant
rain, they had been unable to leave the villa for some time. To relieve the
boredom of their enforced incarceration they would often read poetry and
stories to each other.
On the night of
16 June as a storm raged outside Lord Byron was reading The Phantasmagoria, a
book of German ghost stories. As the rain fell, the wind howled, the villa
shook with thunder and bolts of lightning lit up the darkened sky, Lord Byron
spoke in menacing tones as the others listened in rapt silence.
Then in fading
light, as the candles flickered, and the fire blazed, he slammed shut the book
startling his friends. He would read no more stories he said, and demanded
instead that they all write their own.
Mary was the only
one among them who took the suggestion seriously. She saw this as the
opportunity to emerge from the shadow of her more exalted friends and prove
herself worthy of their company.
Mary who had long
been tormented by the death of the mother and had since endured a stillbirth
had a fascination with death and the possibility of resurrection.
Following the
night of 16 June life in the Villa Diodati carried on much as before but one
subject in particular became a frequent topic of conversation: could the
principles of life and the secrets of death ever truly be communicated?
The night of 22
June was a restless one for Mary, she could not sleep and her consciousness was
tormented by waking nightmares. She wrote later:
"My
imagination, unbidden, possessed and guided me, gifting the successive images
that arose in my mind with a vividness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie.
I saw the vivid phantom 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."
Frankenstein had
been born.
It took a year
for Mary to complete her manuscript for Frankenstein. In the meantime there was
to be more tragedy.
In September they
returned to England where instead of residing in London they travelled to Bath
in the hope of at least for the time being maintaining the secrecy of Claire’s
pregnancy to the notorious Lord Byron.
During their stay
in Bath, Mary received a number of letters from her half-sister Frances Imlay.
They had been close as children but had grown apart as Mary’s attentions were
deflected elsewhere. In her letters Fanny, as she was known, wrote of her
intense sadness:
“This dreadful
state of mind that I labour under and which I endeavour in vain to get rid of.”
Fanny may well
have suffered from the same depression that had so often afflicted their mother.
She wrote in her journal words distressing in their clarity:
“I have long determined
that the best thing I could do was put an end to the existence of a being whose
birth was unfortunate, and whose life has only been a series of pain to those
persons who have hurt their health in endeavouring to promote her welfare.
Perhaps to hear of my death will give you pain, but you will soon have the
blessing of forgetting that such a creature ever existed.”
Mary had been too
absorbed with Shelley to take the time to respond to her sister’s missives but
on 9 October a letter was received so alarming that Shelley departed in haste
to find Fanny, but it was too late. On 10 October, alone in a Tavern in Swansea
she took her own life with an overdose of laudanum.
There is no
mention of Fanny’s death in the written correspondence between Mary and Shelley
but it is perhaps little wonder that Mary had a morbid obsession with
resurrection and cruel redemption.
Fanny’s sad
suicide was followed two months later by the news that Shelley’s wife Harriet
Westbrook’s heavily pregnant body had been discovered floating in the
Serpentine. She had apparently drowned herself.
Following his
wife’s death Shelley was now free to remarry and on 30 December at St Mildred’s
Church in Bread Street, London, he and Mary were wed. The marriage at last
brought reconciliation for both parties with their respective father’s and
restored Shelley to the Baronetcy he would receive upon his father’s death but
this still did not make him a man of means. Not long after the marriage Mary
was once more pregnant.
The novel Frankenstein,
subtitled Prometheus Unbound, was published in January, 1818 and it was a
success if not exactly a publishing sensation. This was partly because many
people believed it had been authored by Percy Shelley and only published in his
wife's name to enhance her reputation.
It did not help that Mary had permitted
Percy to write the foreword to the first edition. She had also given him
free-licence to edit the book as he wished.
This has caused
some to question exactly how much of the book was actually written by Mary at
all. Shelley insisted that it was all his wife’s work but Mary’s own words many
years later did little to clear the matter up:
“I certainly did
not owe the suggestion of one incident, nor scarcely one train of feeling to my
husband, and yet but for his incitement it would never have taken the form in
which it was presented to the world.”
To conjecture so
is perhaps a little unfair, it was certainly Mary's ideas that propelled the
work and it is written in a style not consummate with Shelley's. She also
understood its meaning in a manner he never did:
"For
supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the
stupendous mechanism of the Creator.”
She wished to
communicate "the mysterious fears of our nature," those things that
would curdle the blood and quicken the beating heart. This she achieved down
the centuries and through the ages.
Following the
publication of the book Mary and Percy returned to the Continent in an effort
to escape Percy's many creditors. They lived mostly in Italy, constantly on the
move, living with friends and relying upon admirers for their upkeep and more
tragedy was soon to follow.
On 24 September, 1818, their one year old daughter
Clara died to be followed on 2 June the following year by three year old
William.
It was a
particularly difficult time for Mary. The loss of her children hurt deeply but
so too did Shelley’s continuing commitment to and pursuit of free-love and he
had a string of affairs. It all plunged Mary into a state of deep depression.
Finding nothing but neglect in her marriage she sought solace elsewhere though
in friendship not in empty and meaningless manifestations of the sexual act.
Despite everything, she gave birth to yet another child by Shelly. It did
little to lighten her mood and things were about to get much worse.
On 8 June, 1822,
the famous poet, radical, and sexual libertine Percy Byssche Shelley drowned
when his boat the Don Juan sank in a storm in the Bay of Lerica.
The precise
circumstances surrounding his death and that of his two companions remain
unanswered. As also does the question of why a man who could not swim would
take his boat out in the midst of a violent storm.
Some believe his
death was a political assassination. Considered a dangerous radical in England
he had earlier been attacked by an unknown assailant in his home. The fact also
that the boat did not capsize in the heavy seas but quickly sank with the
lifeboat still on board has led some to believe it was deliberately rammed by a
larger vessel.
Shelley’s body
later washed ashore and was cremated on the beach at Viareggia by Lord Byron
and some of his friends. Mary, the grieving widow, did not attend the ceremony
as was the custom at the time.
Mary was devastated
by her husband's death for despite everything he had put her, through she had
never ceased to adore him.
She returned to
England where reconciled with her father she remained in his house. She rarely
socialised and when it was suggested to her that she should remarry she replied
that she had been married to a genius and that it was only possible to marry
one.
She never did
remarry but she did continue to write with varying degrees of success. She died
on 1 February, 1851, at the age of fifty three in great pain from a brain
tumour.
Only one of
Mary’s four children by Shelley, Percy Florence, ever lived into adulthood.
Of the others
that were there on that momentous stormy night in the Villa Diodati, Lord Byron
died of a fever on the Island of Messalonghi where he had gone to fight in the
Greek War of Independence against Ottoman rule.
Dr John Polidori,
who is credited with writing The Vampyre, a short story and possibly the first mention
of a vampire in literature and one that pre-dated Bram Stoker's more famous
Dracula by many decades, was heavily in debt from gambling and suffering from
depression.
He died on 21 August, 1821, according to the Coroner from natural
causes though the likelihood is that he committed suicide by drinking prussic
acid.
Only Clara
Clairmont, Byron's former mistress, lived to a ripe old age.
She was to die
quietly in her bed in Florence in 1879, aged 80, having regularly communicated
with Mary over many years in ever increasingly bitter tones but rarely commenting
upon her relationship with her more illustrious friends or indeed their
notorious residence in the Villa Diodati.
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