I’m Carlos Battaglini and I left everything to become a writer. Here you will find posts about my curious life in Liberia and other African countries. It is also where I immerse myself in the burning light of African literature through brutally honest book reviews. Welcome to your home and thanks for joining me on this adventure.
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Africa
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
CONSISTENT WITH THE IDEA THAT HUMAN BEINGS ARE ANIMALS who usually have dinner at night,…
They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again.…
Africa
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time…
Murder in the Cassava Patch is a very good african literature work, and tells the story…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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Our football team has won and we’re all celebrating at the Red Lion, under the influence of Club Beers and other natural juices. Like every other day, nightfall is punctual and dictatorial.…
“I have typhus, not today.” “Cool, come and watch the match then.” The first message is from Jacques, implying we will not be playing our usual game of tennis at the Ocean…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing so at present, Blue Clay People will seem very close to home and familiar. Many expats (and…
CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel what it is? An airport, a kaleidoscopic space, a mental multiplication, a neurological trampoline. And meanwhile, I…
