Despite the
obvious satire and making fun of the elements and institutions that make up our
everyday life, Billy’s experience as a soldier who doesn’t want to be there is
all too true. The most substantial part of his war experience is when he fades
into Tralfamadorian life and travels through the passage of time. Billy is
constantly surrounded by people who don’t understand him, so naturally, no one
takes his claims about the Tralfamadorians seriously, and he is instead
dismissed. Vonnegut tells us that Billy suffered a “mild nervous collapse”
following his engagement, re-enrollment in optometry school, and most
importantly, his service in the war (captured, held prisoner, and honorably
discharged) (24). This supposedly “mild” mental breakdown is treated with shock
treatments and Billy is released shortly thereafter.
Almost twenty
years after his discharge, Billy sustains some sort of injury from a serious
plane crash that killed everyone else on board. It is this incident that is
said to be responsible for Billy’s wild claims of Tralfamadore and his newfound
extraterrestrial friends. However, I feel that this is another facet of
Vonnegut’s satire. Based on his obvious anti-war sentiments, I think he is
suggesting that Billy’s recruitment as a soldier (the effects of physical
violence, but also his capture as a prisoner) contributed greatly to his
psychological impairment. Furthermore, I believe he is commenting on the way in
which we go about treating war veterans for issues like PTSD – we “shock” them
back to life and expect them to continue living unaffected by their traumatic
pasts. Therefore, I see Tralfamadore as a manifestation of Billy’s psyche to
further protect himself from being a victim, a perpetrator or a witness to
gruesome violence while in a war setting. He dissociates from his surroundings
as a result of trauma – and furthermore, from the people who recommend he ‘man
up’ (i.e. Weary) and just deal with it. Vonnegut implies that Billy views the
Tralfamadorians as a more reliable source of guidance than “Earthling souls”
who have become “lost and wretched” (29).
We are also told
that these extraterrestrials provide “insights into what was really going on”
(30). But the Tralfamadorians really represent a source of hope for Billy whose
foolishness often leaves him stunted. For example, the Tralfamadorian theory of
time – “All moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always
will exist” as well as the idea of death as a temporary condition provide some
level of reassurance for Billy that there is some optimism both in this life
and in the next (27). We see proof of this conviction later in his speech about
his own death when he says, “If you protest, if you think that death is a
terrible thing, then you have not understood a word I’ve said” and again in the
last chapter when Vonnegut claims that, according to Billy, Tralfamadorians do
not honor Jesus Christ, but rather are intrigued by Charles Darwin who has
taught that we are all meant to die and that “corpses are improvements” (210).
Vonnegut even
comments on Billy’s faith in Tralfamadorian philosophy, that “we will all live
forever no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be,” and responds that he
is not overjoyed (so Vonnegut of him!), but “if [he is] going to spend eternity
visiting this moment and that,” he is “grateful that so many of those moments
are nice” (211). This is a really pleasant way to end a book based almost entirely
on satire – Vonnegut doesn’t right off or even judge the foolishness of Billy’s
assertions about an imaginary planet, but rather, takes them with a grain of
salt, indulging in the idea, and reacting to it positively. This small bit of
commentary seems to be representative of Vonnegut’s thoughts on others’ seemingly
crazy ideas or beliefs or values – that you don’t have to choose to agree with
them, but they should likewise not be forced upon you. We are all human beings,
which means we all learn through experience. You should not necessarily take
someone else’s truth and live it as your own, particularly if you don’t believe
it deep down. Follow your passions, explore your imagination, and
as my father always says, “don’t let the bastards get you down!!” (I wish I
could share this last sentiment with Billy). I just love this book all around and its many subtle satires of political correctness. You get a chance to see something different every time. Long live Vonnegut!
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