Mary Shelley's Frankenstei

There was a lot in this novel that I wasn't expecting. After reading the novel, I'm sort of curious to find how the archetypal image of Frankenstein's monster (green, bolts in the neck, etc) came about. Shelley's seems to be a more realistic depiction. Although there's some confusion, I don't know how taking different parts of people would create a 7 ft man. There were a lot of questions that this novel posed, where goodness exists in this novel is uncertain. Frankenstein is definitely immoral on so many levels. He never acknowledges his guilt or responsibility, not even at the end. His piousness rivals a hubris. It doesn't make me very sympathetic to him. Even stranger is that he claims that he's on a quest sent to him by god, but if anything it would make more sense that there's an absence of god in the story. If Frankenstein can create life, which is meant to be an ability exclusive to god it would disprove god's superiority to a certain extent. The monster's confession is also surprising. The story itself is almost Count of Montecristo like in the clever and malicious rivalry of these two characters. The one sided narrative makes how eloquent and intelligent the monster is shocking and abrupt. There's a paradise lost element to the novel, the vision of either the monster or Frankenstein as Lucifer. It's sort of ambiguous, the reader has to decide for themselves who is who.