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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Date de naissance: 30. août 1797
Date de décès: 1. février 1851
Autres noms:ਮੇਰੀ ਸ਼ੈਲੀ

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Mary Shelley, née Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin le 30 août 1797 à Somers Town, un faubourg de Londres , et morte le 1er février 1851 à Belgravia , est une femme de lettres anglaise, romancière, nouvelliste, dramaturge, essayiste, biographe et auteur de récits de voyage. Elle est surtout connue pour son roman Frankenstein ou le Prométhée moderne.

Fille de la philosophe féministe Mary Wollstonecraft et de l'écrivain politique William Godwin, elle perd sa mère alors qu'elle-même n'est âgée que de onze jours. Son père se remarie quatre ans plus tard. Il offre à sa fille une éducation riche et l'encourage à adhérer à ses théories politiques libérales. En 1814, Mary Godwin entame une liaison avec un homme marié, partisan de son père, Percy Bysshe Shelley. Accompagné de Claire Clairmont, la fille de la belle-mère de Mary, le couple voyage à travers l'Europe. Au cours des deux années qui suivent, Mary et Percy affrontent un endettement permanent et la mort de leur fille. Ils se marient en 1816, après le suicide de la première épouse de Percy.

En 1816, lors d'un séjour près de Genève, Mary écrit son premier roman, Frankenstein. En 1818, les Shelley quittent le Royaume-Uni pour l'Italie, où meurent leur deuxième et leur troisième enfant, avant que Mary Shelley ne donne naissance à son fils, Percy Florence Shelley, qui seul survivra. En 1822, son mari se noie dans le golfe de la Spezia, au cours d'une tempête. Un an plus tard, Mary Shelley retourne en Angleterre et, dès lors, se consacre entièrement à l'éducation de son fils et à sa carrière d'auteur. Les dix dernières années de sa vie sont marquées par la maladie. Elle décède d'une tumeur du cerveau le 1er février 1851.

Jusqu'aux années 1970, Mary Shelley, outre son Frankenstein, est surtout connue pour les efforts qu'elle fit en vue de faire publier les œuvres de son mari. Les études récentes ont permis une vision plus complète de son œuvre et montré que Mary Shelley est restée toute sa vie une radicale sur le plan politique, soutenant l'idée que la coopération et la solidarité, pratiquées tout naturellement par les femmes au sein de leur famille, sont la voie qui permet de réformer la société civile.

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Citations Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

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„No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.“

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Context: No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs. Victor Frankenstein in Ch. 4

„What was I? Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?“

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Context: What was I? Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned? I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had forever remained in my native wood, nor known nor felt beyond the sensations of hunger, thirst, and heat! The monster in Ch. 13

„My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them.“

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Context: My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them. When rocked by the waves of the lake my spirits rose in triumph as a horseman feels with pride the motions of his high fed steed. But my pleasures arose from the contemplation of nature alone, I had no companion: my warm affections finding no return from any other human heart were forced to run waste on inanimate objects. Matilda (1819)

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„I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?“

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Context: You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? The monster to Robert Walton

„Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation.“

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Context: Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death? The monster to Robert Walton

„You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes.“

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Context: You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? The monster to Robert Walton

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