Written and published during the Cold War, against the backdrop of the Vietnam War and in the aftermath of World War II, Cat’s Cradle functions as a comic deconstruction of deep-rooted ideas about nationhood and statesmanship. Humankind’s suffering—represented by the atom bomb and, later, ice-nine—is laid side-by-side with the claims made about the progress and advancement of civilization through Western governance. Approximately half of the novel takes place in San Lorenzo, a rocky (and fictional) island in the Caribbean Sea with a turbulent history. Vonnegut uses San Lorenzo to take a close look at politics and statesmanship, and to draw out some of the foolishness of how society is structured. In particular, the novel uses San Lorenzo to critique governments and political leaders as largely ineffectual and just for show. That is, the ideals that they are meant to embody are often at odds the actual state of the world.
Vonnegut employs San Lorenzo and its multitude of problems as a mirror for his reflections on Western governance—he doesn’t equate San Lorenzo with America, but employs it as a device to examine American attitudes to nationhood, statesmanship, and the rest of the world. San Lorenzo is run-down, with bad infrastructure and a lack of purposeful direction. In its poor condition, San Lorenzo is a kind of imaginative rendering of the kind of place that a blindly patriotic American might consider to be a backward country, devoid of the promises and riches of America’s capitalist dominance. In a way, this is true. But San Lorenzo exists more to deconstruct any idealized idea of America than to praise it. San Lorenzo is officially a Christian nation—though everyone secretly practices Bokononism—and is staunchly anti-communist. Furthermore, it has a new American ambassador (Horlick Minton) and the faint promise of entrepreneurial business development in the character of H. Lowe Crosby, who travels on the same plane as John, hoping to set up a bicycle factory in San Lorenzo (because he thinks he can run it with cheap labor).
San Lorenzo, then, is more closely allied with American ideals than it seems on first sight. It’s just that, here, these ideals have not translated into any kind of tangible success. Vonnegut thus suggests that these ideals in and of themselves do not constitute a “successful” nation. Though San Lorenzo has the pomp and ceremony of national events, it has nothing really to celebrate. And herein lies Vonnegut’s overarching point: the dominance of a nation like America is not something that people ought to celebrate, because, in a global context, humankind’s suffering and self-destruction remain undiminished. Vonnegut questions what American ideals—or any other ideals, in fact—can truly mean if human beings still have the capacity to kill millions of their own kind through technologies like the atom bomb or ice-nine. The fact of this immense and ever-increasing destructive ability for Vonnegut undermines ideas of good governance and demonstrates a lack of leadership beneath the veneer of economic or military prowess.
Vonnegut also takes satirical aim more generally at political leadership gone wrong. In San Lorenzo, the leadership is largely symbolic and wholly ineffective in improving the lives of the island’s inhabitants. Its history is essentially one of bad leadership. The original leaders, McCabe and Bokonon (both from the West), had to invent an entire religion just to placate their citizens. “Papa” Monzana, the leader of the island when John first arrives, is an aging dictator with no redeeming qualities. Nearing death, he nominates Frank Hoenikker (the son of Dr. Hoenikker) to be the new leader. Frank is too afraid of the responsibility of being Monzana’s successor and farcically passes the opportunity on to John, who is understandably surprised given that he has no credentials nor connection with the island whatsoever. These, then, amount to a vacuum of leadership. The island does technically have a leader at all times, but they never do anything of any worth. The leadership role is filled on an arbitrary basis by whoever seems to be closest to it.
The only instance of seemingly strong leadership comes, ironically, from the American ambassador, Horlick Minton. Towards the end of the book he delivers a speech that attempts to show up the illusions of false leadership and blind obedience to nationhood, and how these can lead to devastation. In this, he proposes that to honor those killed in war “we might best spend the day despising what killed them; which is to say, the stupidity and viciousness of all mankind … Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.”
Minton’s speech provides a clear example of Vonnegut’s main subject in the book: “the stupidity and viciousness of all mankind.” But, though the content of Minton’s speech may be venerable taken in isolation, Vonnegut’s irony shines through in Minton’s description of himself as a “peace-loving American.” Minton speaks to ideals that strive to go beyond nationhood—to argue in favor of the entire human family—but he still falls back on his identity as an American. Given that the atom bomb and its fictional successor, ice-nine, are such dominant presences in the book, alongside the historical context of the novel’s setting and publication (e.g. the Cold War and Vietnam), Minton’s use of “peace-loving” rings hollow and untrue. Vonnegut, then, is suspicious of the grand myths—of progress and peace, for example—that humankind tells itself, and satirizes nationhood and statesmanship to show that these narratives are undermined by the terrible and tragic disasters that humankind maintains the capacity for.
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Governance, Politics, and Nationhood Quotes in Cat’s Cradle
“The Republic of San Lorenzo,” said the copy on the cover, “on the move! A healthy, happy, progressive, freedom-loving, beautiful nation makes itself extremely attractive to American investors and tourists alike.”
“Whenever I meet a young Hoosier, I tell them, ‘You call me Mom.’”
“Uh huh.”
“Let me hear you say it,” she urged.
“Mom?”
She smiled and let go of my arm. Some piece of clockwork had completed its cycle. My calling Hazel “Mom” had shut it off, and now Hazel was rewinding it for the next Hoosier to come along.
Hazel’s obsession with Hoosiers around the world was a textbook example of a false karass, of a seeming team that was meaningless in terms of the ways God gets things done, a textbook example of what Bokonon calls a granfalloon.
“Welcome,” said “Papa.”
“You are coming to the best friend America ever had. America is misunderstood many places, but not here, Mr. Ambassador.” He bowed to H. Lowe Crosby, the bicycle manufacturer, mistaking him for the new Ambassador.
“I know you’ve got a good country here, Mr. President,” said Crosby. “Everything I ever heard about it sounds great to me. There’s just one thing…”
“Oh?”
“I’m not the Ambassador,” said Crosby. “I wish I was, but I’m just a plain, ordinary businessman.”
From what Frank had said before he slammed the door, I gathered that the Republic of San Lorenzo and the three Hoenikkers weren’t the only ones who had ice-nine. Apparently the United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics had it, too. The United States had obtained it through Angela’s husband, whose plant in Indianapolis was understandably surrounded by electrified fences and homicidal German shepherds. And Soviet Russia had come by it through Newt’s little Zinka, that winsome troll of Ukrainian ballet.
And I propose to you that if we are to pay our sincere respects to the hundred lost children of San Lorenzo, that we might best spend the day despising what killed them; which is to say, the stupidity and viciousness of all mankind.
Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.