In the court room when a trial is taking place most of the time there is Victim that comes out of that certain case, in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein it can be hard to tell if Victor or the Monster is the victim. After reading this book I can point out ways how both of them could be either the victim or the monster. It can be easy throughout the book to see how Victor can be the real monster. The first way he shows this is by the way he ignores his family when focusing on his studies, just think how you would feel if your sibling shut you out of their life for science. Victor takes no time to think about how his family could be feeling after not hearing from him for so long and continues to make them feel worse as time goes on. Another way Victor shows the reader he could be the real monster is when he creates the actual monster. Victor creates this monster with no advice from anyone and tries to hide him from the world, and then to make matters worse he leaves the monster all alone and fend for itself. Victor leaves the monster defenceless from the dangers of nature and the world and the monster is lucky to have survived through all the tough times he had; the monster could not talk or befriend anyone because Victor had made him so ugly and scary everyone was to nervous and scared to interact with him. The last reason why the reader could see Victor as the real monster is when Victor keeps the fact the he created this monster and that it killed William a secret just to keep his image upheld. Victor allegedly keeps the fact that the monster killed William a secret when witnessing Justine’s trial, which could have saved her life, and decides to keep his image upheld instead of saving Justine. Even though Victor did all those bad things and made so many poor decisions, there is still evidence that shows he could have been the victim. One way the reader can see Victor is the victim is when his monster kills his brother William; he had no idea that this going to happen he had just found out the one day and that Justine had been claimed to be the killer. Victor is shown to be the victim multiple times because of the death of his family members, his wife Elizabeth was killed, his father had died from grief and even his best friend Henry Clerval died, so he had everyone taken from him and much grief to live with. So, as you can see, this novel shows that it could be tough to tell if Victor was the victim, or the real monster.
“Had I right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations? I had before been moved by the sophisms of the being I had created; I had been struck senseless by his fiendish threats; but now, for the first time, the wickedness of my promise burst upon me; I shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price, perhaps, of the existence of the whole human race.” (Shelley 20.1)
Some readers of this novel think that Frankenstein’s monster is the victim, but there are situations throughout the book that could show that he is the one who is in the wrong. The Monster shows this even though he was left confused and to fend for himself by his creator, he should not have done the things that he did; for example, when he goes out of his way to get back at Victor by killing all of Victors family and friends. Yes, Frankenstein was wrong to leave his creation by himself but instead of taking out his anger and frustration on Victor alone, he takes it out on other people who had nothing to do with what happened to him which was wrong of him. Even though the Monster did these things, I can see why some readers would call him the victim. I saw this when reading all the things that Victor did to his creation; he left him all alone when he needed help adapting to the world and daily life, and lastly, he denied the monster the only thing that would make him happy, a wife. In conclusion, it can be very hard to tell if Victor or his monster are the real victim, but there is evidence to back up both of them.
“These thoughts exhilarated me and led me to apply with fresh ardour to the acquiring the art of language. My organs were indeed harsh, but supple; and although my voice was very unlike the soft music of their tones, yet I pronounced such words as I understood with tolerable ease. It was as the ass and the lap-dog; yet surely the gentle ass whose intentions were affectionate, although his manners were rude, deserved better treatment than blows and execration.” (Shelley 12.18)
Shelley, Mary. Frankenstein. Penguin Publishing Group, 2013.