Grendel: Monster or Misunderstood Outcast?

Maybe he didn’t kill and eat 30 people

Let’s be real—why would anyone misunderstand Grendel? This question feels like something a teacher would ask to make us “see things from his point of view.” Should we? No. Should Beowulf have killed him? Absolutely.

Grendel heard a noise he didn’t like, murdered the people making it, then ate them. For twelve years. That’s not misunderstood—that’s monstrous. You might as well ask if Vladimir Putin is misunderstood.

So, is Grendel a monster? Yes. He was written to be the monster. That’s his role, his function. Beowulf needed a villain, and Grendel fit the bill. No tragic backstory needed.

Beowulf & Anglo-Saxon Ideals

Now, onto Beowulf—does he reflect Anglo-Saxon ideals? Maybe not in the way we’d expect. He fits the Heroic Agemould more than anything. Think 1980s Arnold Schwarzenegger: loyal, brave, insanely strong, and always ready for battle. He fights fair, going unarmed against Grendel because Grendel had no weapons. He accepts fate (Wyrd) without fear. He’s the ultimate warrior, not because he was Anglo-Saxon, but because that’s what a hero was supposed to be.

So, Grendel? Still a monster. Beowulf? An 8th-century action hero.

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