Out of print, out of discourse.
Out of history, out of mind.
Manuel Scorza's Drums For Rancas (Redoble por Rancas
, 1970). Find a used copy of this magnificent, soul-searing Peruvian novel and read, listen, read, listen. 20th century colonizing capitalist history would have the novel voided, just as it did the mortal human subjects at the center of events depicted. Special thanks to William Randolph Hearst and other exceptional monsters behind the Cerro de Pasco Corporation
: "much of the land utilized for sheep grazing had been acquired cheaply
by Cerro after its mining operations had polluted the soil so badly as
to make agriculture impossible, and the company later consolidated its
grazing land by expropriating the property of local communities. Cerro
was therefore accused of having created a pool of unskilled labor for
itself by forcing local people off their land."
Such exceptional tricks get pulled over and over and over and over and over again. Where can we read about them? Where can we talk about them? Where can we dialogue? Almost nowhere. Preeminent among reasons why is that such events continue to happen, and a handful of corporations profit greatly by them. On the other hand, as if by magic, we have industries of self-flattering monologue that we are so weirdly, defensively loathe to interrupt or corrupt, and a handful of corporations profit greatly by them.
From the 1977 Kirkus review of the English translation of Drums For Rancas
: "Lit by flashes of Swiftian humor, this dark thundercloud of a novel
hovers over a surrealist landscape, bloodstained and terrible. It is the
Peruvian Andes, where the indigenous people, descendants of the Incas,
are powerless before an international (read 'United States') company
which is enclosing their grazing lands. A barbed wire fence moves among
them like a serpent. 'Nine hills, fifty pastures, five ponds, fourteen
waterholes, eleven caves, three rivers so deep they don't freeze even in
winter, five villages, five graveyards--the Fence devoured them all in
two weeks,' says the author, who explains earlier that he is 'not a
novelist so much as a witness' (to real events occurring between 1950
and 1962). The Indians also have Peruvian oppressors to deal with, chief
among them a sinister judge first met only as a black suit with six
buttons. An unequal battle is joined when a folk hero in the Wild West
tradition, Hawkeye, vows to kill the judge. Among the judge's friends is
a big landowner who poisons fifteen of his laborers when they ask his
permission to form a union, and then announces they died by a 'mass
thrombosis.' On Hawkeye's side is a man who can read the future and
another who talks with horses. But such folk magic is of no avail, and
the novel ends with a moving description of the dispossessed Indians
from the village of Rancas talking in their graves, a community even in
death. This literately savage tale is only rarely confusing as it shifts
between fantasy and reality, pity and scornful laughter. The words are
like welts left by a whip on a naked back."