Kurt Vonnegut Vs. the !*!@
Joel Bleifuss, In These Times
February 4, 2003

In November, Kurt Vonnegut turned 80. He published his first novel, Player Piano,
in 1952 at the age of 29. Since then he has written 13 others, including
Slaughterhouse Five, which stands as one of the pre-eminent anti-war novels of
the 20th century.

As war against Iraq looms, I asked Vonnegut to weigh in. Vonnegut is an American
socialist in the tradition of Eugene Victor Debs, a fellow Hoosier whom he
likes to quote: “As long as there is a lower class, I am in it. As long as there is a
criminal element, I am of it. As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free.”

You have lived through World War II, Korea, Vietnam, the Reagan wars, Desert
Storm, the Balkan wars and now this coming war in Iraq. What has changed, and
what has remained the same?

One thing which has not changed is that none of us, no matter what continent or
island or ice cap, asked to be born in the first place, and that even somebody as old
as I am, which is 80, only just got here. There were already all these games going
on when I got here. An apt motto for any polity anywhere, to put on its state seal
or currency or whatever, might be this quotation from the late baseball manager
Casey Stengel, who was addressing a team of losing professional athletes: “Can’t
anybody here play this game?”

My daughter Lily, for an example close to home, who has just turned 20, finds
herself—as does George W. Bush, himself a kid—an heir to a shockingly recent
history of human slavery, to an AIDS epidemic and to nuclear submarines
slumbering on the floors of fjords in Iceland and elsewhere, crews prepared at a
moment’s notice to turn industrial quantities of men, women and children into radioactive
soot and bone meal by means of rockets and H-bomb warheads. And to
the choice between liberalism or conservatism and on and on.

What is radically new in 2003 is that my daughter, along with our president and
Saddam Hussein and on and on, has inherited technologies whose byproducts,
whether in war or peace, are rapidly destroying the whole planet as a breathable,
drinkable system for supporting life of any kind. Human beings, past and present,
have trashed the joint.

Based on what you’ve read and seen in the media, what is not being said in the
mainstream press about President Bush’s policies and the impending war in Iraq?

That they are nonsense.

My feeling from talking to readers and friends is that many people are beginning
to despair. Do you think that we’ve lost reason to hope?

I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war,
might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes
I wish it had been. What has happened, though, is that it has been taken over by
means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d’etat imaginable.
And those now in charge of the federal government are upper-crust C-students
who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka
“Christians,” and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or “PPs.”
To say somebody is a PP is to make a perfectly respectable medical diagnosis, like
saying he or she has appendicitis or athlete’s foot. The classic medical text on PPs
is The Mask of Sanity by Dr. Hervey Cleckley. Read it! PPs are presentable, they
know full well the suffering their actions may cause others, but they do not care.
They cannot care because they are nuts. They have a screw loose!

And what syndrome better describes so many executives at Enron andWorldCom
and on and on, who have enriched themselves while ruining their employees and
investors and country, and who still feel as pure as the driven snow, no matter what
anybody may say to or about them? And so many of these heartless PPs now hold
big jobs in our federal government, as though they were leaders instead of sick.

What has allowed so many PPs to rise so high in corporations, and now in government,
is that they are so decisive. Unlike normal people, they are never filled
with doubts, for the simple reason that they cannot care what happens next. Simply
can’t. Do this! Do that! Mobilize the reserves! Privatize the public schools!
Attack Iraq! Cut health care! Tap everybody’s telephone! Cut taxes on the rich!
Build a trillion-dollar missile shield! Fuck habeas corpus and the Sierra Club and
In These Times, and kiss my ass!

How have you gotten involved in the anti-war movement? And how would you
compare the movement against a war in Iraq with the anti-war movement of the
Vietnam era?

When it became obvious what a dumb and cruel and spiritually and financially
and militarily ruinous mistake our war in Vietnam was, every artist worth a damn
in this country, every serious writer, painter, stand-up comedian, musician, actor
and actress, you name it, came out against the thing. We formed what might be
described as a laser beam of protest, with everybody aimed in the same direction,
focused and intense. This weapon proved to have the power of a banana-cream
pie three feet in diameter when dropped from a stepladder five-feet high.
And so it is with anti-war protests in the present day. Then as now, TV did not
like anti-war protesters, nor any other sort of protesters, unless they rioted. Now,
as then, on account of TV, the right of citizens to peaceably assemble, and petition
their government for a redress of grievances, “ain’t worth a pitcher of warm spit,”
as the saying goes.

As a writer and artist, have you noticed any difference between how the cultural
leaders of the past and the cultural leaders of today view their responsibility to

Responsibility to which society? To Nazi Germany? To the Stalinist Soviet
Union? What about responsibility to humanity in general? And leaders in what
particular cultural activity? I guess you mean the fine arts. I hope you mean the
fine arts . . . Anybody practicing the fine art of composing music, no matter how
cynical or greedy or scared, still can’t help serving all humanity. Music makes
practically everybody fonder of life than he or she would be without it. Even
military bands, although I am a pacifist, always cheer me up.

But that is the power of ear candy. The creation of such a universal confection for
the eye, by means of printed poetry or fiction or history or essays or memoirs and
so on, isn’t possible. Literature is by definition opinionated. It is bound to provoke
the arguments in many quarters, not excluding the hometown or even the family
of the author. Any ink-on-paper author can only hope at best to seem responsible
to small groups or like-minded people somewhere. He or she might as well have
given an interview to the editor of a small-circulation publication. Maybe we
can talk about the responsibilities to their societies of architects and sculptors and
painters another time. And I will say this: TV drama, although not yet classified as
fine art, has on occasion performed marvelous services for Americans who want
us to be less paranoid, to be fairer and more merciful. M.A.S.H. and Law and
, to name only two shows, have been stunning masterpieces in that regard.

That said, do you have any ideas for a really scary reality TV show?

C students from Yale. It would stand your hair on end.

What targets would you consider fair game for a satirist today?


Joel Bleifuss is the editor of In These Times.