Cristoff’s travelogue tell the stories of the small and isolated towns scattered throughout Argentina’s far south, Patagonia, through the eyes of their residents. I have travelled here myself quite a lot over a five year period, for work and pleasure, so had a particular interest.
Each town she visits has its story to tell, from Santa Cruz, where the story of an amateur pilot is intertwined with Saint-Exupéry‘s writing, and the history of Patagonian aviation, to El Cuy, where superstition surrounding a shrine dedicated to a young boy affects the behaviour of the town’s residents.
The stories she tells have a mix of humour and tragedy, with the darker side coming through in the last part of the book, informing on the poverty of the area, and how it has been ignored by recent governments. In one small town at the very end of the railway line she tells of a spate of suicides amongst children at the local school. It’s the end of the line because the railroad ran out of money.
In another town, in the same area, every TV plays the same channel, the one being watched by the commissioner and his family as nobody else can afford the cost of TV individually.
Most of the stories are fascinating, and a pleasure to read, chiefly because Cristoff lets the local residents shape her writing, rather than having set out with an agenda in mind.