It was some time ago that I first came up with the idea of an “Arguedas Tour”: a trip through (mostly) Peru’s Southern Andes that would include as many as possible of the places associated with writer José María Arguedas. Since then, I’ve discovered I am maybe not the only one to have had this idea, but nonetheless this year I finally made good on it, with a dauntless pair of friends who enthusiastically joined in, especially for the Andean section.
Oddly, given that he is a writer for whom it is difficult if not impossible to disentangle work and life–in that most of his fiction is to a greater or lesser extent autobiographical, and indeed his final, unfinished novel, El zorro de arriba y el zorro de abajo, even interleaves pages from his diary into the fiction–there is no proper, scholarly biography of Arguedas. So we would have to piece together an itinerary from some of the principal references in his fiction, without necessarily being able to pin down precise addresses or locales.
For instance, though Arguedas off and on spent plenty of time in Lima, I have little idea as to the neighbourhoods in which he lived. But I did visit some of his workplaces, starting with the one that was also the site of his ultimate suicide (he had made other attempts in previous years), in November, 1969: La agraria, or the National Agrarian University, which is on what was once the south-eastern outskirts of the capital city.
The bus in which I went to La agraria took me close to some of the shantytowns that sprawl uneasily up the hills that surround Lima’s city center, but the university itself occupies a spacious campus with many modern buildings in a middle-class district far enough from the sea that it basked in some unseasonal sun the day I was there. Students sat talking or working at picnic tables that had outlets charged with solar energy. I asked for directions at the library, which has a lofty glass atrium.
Arguedas shot himself over a weekend in his office or in a nearby bathroom. I thought it too morbid to inquire after more precise details, though also doubt that anyone at the university now knows.
Arguedas’s work is surely peripheral to the main business of the university, which is overwhelmingly technical and scientific. But there is a small Faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences, with departments of Economics and Rural Sociology, where a meeting room bears Arguedas’s name.
Elsewhere, near the centre of the university and close to its students’ union, there is small amphitheatre, overlooking which is a bust of the writer, on a plinth. A large bouquet of colourful flowers had been placed beside it. The plaque on the plinth has a quotation from the writer’s letter to the university rector, left to be found his death: “Acompañadme en armonía de fuerzas que por muy contrarias que sean, en la Universidad–y acaso sólo en ella–pueden alimentar el conocimiento”; “Join me in the harmony of forces that, however adverse they may be, in the University–and perhaps there alone–can foster knowledge.”
On a nearby building was the first of many murals of Arguedas that I would see over the next week or so. A banner slung over a railing in front of the mural also featured Arguedas, plus imagery associated with him–a scissor dancer, a condor, some musicians–and the slogan in Quechua “Tukuy Sunquywan”: “With all of my heart.” In the midst of the technical university, a gesture to affect.