Is Victor Frankenstein Guilty

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Who was more guilty? Who deserved the blame for the atrocities that happened during the time the monster had on this earth? Was it the creator, Victor Frankenstine? Who made life and abandoned his responsibilities of nurturing that life. Or was it the monster? Who committed the most heinous crimes out of spite and hatred for mankind. Firstly,Victor created this beast and neglected it. Hideous as it was, it was his creation and his responsibility. If he was not prepared for this, he should not have played god, and created this being in the first place. But, the creature can not be “let off the hook” just yet either. He came into this world uninfluenced by the society’s sins. He was given the same equal chance that is given to every man. He …show more content…

When the creature asked victor to make him a female it was not a request, it was a threat. The creature used his strength and abilities to push Victor into making a female. Victor had no choice, lest he cast his family into great danger. “You are my creator, but I am your master; obey! (pg. 282)” Victor understands that if he creates this female then he will be further endangering his fellow man. He makes sure that the female would never live, even if it put everyone he loved in great danger. After this, the creature went on a rampage! First killing Henry Clerval, Victor’s best friend, and later Elizabeth. Victor then went hunting the creature because of the pain that is had caused him. He let his hatred for the creature consume him entirely. His journey in pursuit of the creature absorbed every last bit of life that he had left. But when the creature paid his respects to Victor Frankenstine he acknowledged that what he had done had not caused him the happiness that he so desperately wished for.
“Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?(pg. 378)” He still saw that he was not to be fully blamed for his actions. With His creator gone he felt no more reason for living. He understood all the crimes he had committed and he hates himself for it. “You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination