To get from Puquio to Abancay, 300km or so further inland, on the road to Cusco, you have first to cross a long stretch of puna, or high-altitude moorland, that divides the southern tip of Ayacucho from Apurímac. Here, at 4,000m or more above sea level, the land is cold and desolate, unsuitable for most agriculture (except some potatoes), and sparsely populated. As we set off in the early morning, there was still ice on the slopes where the rising sun had yet to reach.
But then you drop down into the valley through which runs first the River Chalhuanca and then the Pachachaca (which ultimately, via the Apurímac, leads to the Amazon and then the distant Atlantic), the climate and temperature change until, just before you once more start ascending to reach Abancay itself, you find yourself amid fields of sugar cane.
Here, too, straddling the river, is the colonial-era bridge (built in 1654) that features in what is perhaps Arguedas’s best-known novel, Deep Rivers (Los ríos profundos), from 1958. As Arguedas’s narrator, Ernesto, describes it:
“The Pachachaca bridge was built by the Spaniards. Its two high arches are supported by pillars of stone and lime, as powerful as the river. [. . .] On the pillars of the arches, the river breaks and divides; the water rises to lap at the wall, tries to climb it, and then rushes headlong through the spans of the bridge. [. . .] I didn’t know if I loved the river or the bridge more. But both of them cleansed my soul, flooding it with courage and heroic dreams.” (62-3)
The bridge also features in the novel’s plot as the portal for key entrances and exits. Ernesto’s father crosses it when he leaves his young son behind in Abancay, depositing him in the local church-run boarding school that is the setting for most of what follows. It is across the bridge that the rebellious Doña Felipe flees, pursued by the National Guard, after leading an uprising in which she and her fellow chicheras (women who serve corn beer in informal bars) redistribute the salt hoarded in depositories to the colonos (Indigenous serfs) on the haciendas.
And then the bridge is closed off at the end of the novel, for fear of a spreading plague, but the colonos from outlying haciendas cross the river anyway, advancing on the town to demand a midnight mass from Father Linares, the priest and Rector at Ernesto’s school.
The haciendas are gone now, though one has been turned into a museum. We were only able to see it from the outside, but it had pillars and verandas worthy of an antebellum plantation house in Georgia or Mississippi.
Otherwise, today Abancay is a thriving little metropolis with lots of new construction, both commercial and residential, and multi-storey buildings of concrete and glass. In the center of town, it was hard to reconstruct the geography of Arguedas’s novel.
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There was a building a block or two from the main plaza that may have been the site of the school featured in the novel. If so, it is now an Art School, in whose massive atrium (possibly once a courtyard as Arguedas describes it) is an enormous mural featuring the writer (alongside also Micaela Bastidas, the wife of the legendary eighteenth-century anti-colonial rebel, Túpac Amaru) surrounded by scenes and images from his fiction: masks, condors, chicheras, dancing, and even the bridge over the Pachachaca itself.
in the evening we went to a restaurant on whose door, and above whose bar, was emblazoned the phrase “Todas las Sangres” (All the Bloods), the title of Arguedas’s longest and perhaps most fully-realized novel. But this was part of a kaleidoscope of décor–including, as I remember, pictures of both Che Guevara and (I think) Brigitte Bardot in the men’s loos–in an establishment that seemed to be trying to be the city’s trendiest or most Bohemian, and that was hardly traditional Andean.
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All this, too, is appropriate. For though there is definitely a current of nostalgia that runs through Arguedas’s work, it is wrong to accuse him (as Mario Vargas Llosa does, in an afterword to Deep Rivers) of being stuck in the past.
On the contrary, Arguedas proudly called himself an “hombre quechua moderno,” a “modern Quechua man.” And in his fiction he is interested in what is new that arises from both the connection and clash of cultures, as for example here when young boys from different parts of the country find themselves together in a provincial boarding school at a time of maximum tension and instability. Meanwhile, the bridge over the Pachachaca may seem to incarnate stability when compared with the rushing waters below, but in fact it, too, is a vector for both heartbreak and escape, rescue and rebellion.
Faced with tradition and modernity, continuity and even violent change, like Ernesto he is never quite sure which he prefers.