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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I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
MONIQUE, THE WOMAN WHO HATED (AND LOVED) GUINEA CONAKRY, had allowed another truce with this…
Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan,…
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I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On…
I hit the streets once again without an umbrella in Liberia and after taking a…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
Murder in the Cassava Patch is a very good african literature work, and tells the story…
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Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to six friends of her, she says “the six of them helped me figure out what I wanted…
I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up because I usually go jogging a few times a week around UN Drive. The Liberian guy also…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
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Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point and I see her. It’s as if the Liberians who are randomly walking around on the street…
I can’t help it. I am reading an interesting novel about a violinist who loses his talent out of the blue, but I cannot help it. Pages fourteen and fifteen have been…
