My Favorite Monsters Volume 3

The Werewolf or Lycan is my second favorite monster of all time (right behind the vampire). Though its literary origins are not as prolific as Dracula’s and vampires in general, until Twilight was released, at least in novel form, the werewolf was relegated to the back of the pack.  The movies are where the werewolf has not only survived, but thrived.

I have to say my first memory of the werewolf is George Vaggner’s The Wolf Man. Like Frankenstein’s Monster he is a tragic figure.  He doesn’t ask for the curse, and in the end it cost him his life at the hands of his father.

An American Werewolf in Paris is where they began to transform from mangy beast into something more. 

The makeover was completed with the first of the Underworld series creating a sexy sleek creature that rivaled the vampire.

The movies are where the werewolf stepped out of our nightmares, and transformed into the magnificent creatures that we have today, and I couldn’t be happier.

My Favorite Monsters Volume 2

It’s time for the second installment of my favorite monsters. 

This week is Dracula, the original sexy vampire with evil tendencies.  No rotting bloated corpses for Bram Stoker. He is the stuff of legends.  Based on Vlad the Impaler a Romanian Prince and national hero, he was truly diabolical. 

Dracula has had many incarnations and Stokers version was able to seduce to beautiful women, Lucy and Mina, upon his arrival in London.  He drinks blood transforms into mist and wolves and drinks blood without apology.

Though Stoker’s version of Dracula is not my favorite novel/ journal, it is the original.  And thanks to the original we now have the moldy oldie vampires, vampires that sparkle, and even vampires that aren’t really vampires at all. 

My Favorite Monsters Volume 1

Since it is that time of year, I decided to have a little fun while I am writing, going to school, and working.  I’m going to feature my favorite literary monsters. 

I’m starting it off with Frankenstein’s Monster.  He has had so many incarnations it’s scary (ha ha I made a joke). In most he is seen as a monster without a conscience. To me he is one of the most misunderstood and tragic literary figures.

The Monster is abandoned by his creator as soon as life enters his body.  He is left to wonder the world in complete ignorance.  He is isolated and miserable.  The few times he reaches out he is ridiculed and punished.  When he meets his creator again he asks for one thing, a companion.  Even this one request is denied.  In the end he is even denied one of the most basic dignities.  A name.