To V. FRANKENSTEINMY DEAR COUSIN,I am greatly afflicted by what I have heard regarding your creature, the one which took my life. I feel no hate in my heart for him, for you have clearly neglected him and he was acting due to your neglect. Is he not your child, as you are his maker? He needed your care, and now, because of your inability to take responsibility for his care, you are both alone. And I am here, far from you.I yearn for a world where you had shown him the same care you would have shown our future children, a world where we might still be together. With a bit more patience and communication, perhaps we could have even cared for him together, as ours.I’ll try not to harp on this issue further, but my dear Victor, understand you have now altered our family and its structure forever—I advise you be careful from now on; I’ll see you soon, my dearest cousin. Adieu, Victor.ELIZABETH LAVENZA
the hand that takes, a letter
In this short letter, I wanted to criticize Victor Frankenstein—but from his forever fiancée, Elizabeth. What would she have thought if she did know how horribly Victor treated his creature? Because the reality is that the creature is, in fact, his. And he did not take responsibility for him at all. The way Victor treated his creature heavily influenced my ideas of him being a prospective father to children with his almost-wife, if they did get the chance to marry. What kind of husband would he have been, too? Probably not a good one—and I wanted to point that out and sort of emphasize that everything that happened to Victor is his own fault, because of his inability to take responsibility. Just like Jimmy from Mouthwashing! (Crazy how that works.)The title is meant to be a reference to the fact that both Victor and the creature are a sort of hand-that-takes, because of all the lives (among other things!) lost in the novel.