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
I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
“If you go to Kindia, you know: go up Gangan and go and see my…
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
Africa
IT’S HERE. Rick comes to fetch me in the morning at the Hilltop Hotel in…
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite…
This novel also considers how most utopian dreams of liberation in the recently independent Africa…
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HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold earring raises his hand and asks for permission to go to the bathroom for a minute. The…
I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On some occasions I see her. The lady, who every night slightly commits suicide on UN Drive. She…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of…
Another aspect that did not convince me in Heart of Darkness is the fact that…
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The meeting will begin at eight o’clock in the morning. That’s what the green paper on my desk says and that’s what I tell Roland, who has driven me here in the…
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…
