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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These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer…
“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
There’s a certain military feel to the air, and people who come and go, smiling…
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The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time…
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
Americanah is the story of Ifemelu, a Nigerian girl who decides to leave her country…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
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Did you know that the sea and air conditioning sound quite alike? When I am lying in my room wavering between the shades of dark and the air conditioning has finally stopped…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of a railway traffic control clerk in Ghana, who is disenchanted with life and the course of events…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
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RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and the sand, dodging dilapidated huts, I would brush against the zinc ceilings that were caving in. Sometimes…
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…
