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’ve never had to deal with them. I don’t know what they talk about. I…
MONIQUE, THE WOMAN WHO HATED (AND LOVED) GUINEA CONAKRY, had allowed another truce with this…
I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On…
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There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan,…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers an opportunity to escape from the powerful and dictatorial god by the name of Routine. When the…
Just as I was leaving the office in Mamba Point, in Liberia, a guy turns around and says, “Hey, have a look!” Piano Teeth spoke to me in a firm, hoarse, commanding…
Things Fall Apart is a novel that narrates the story of Okonkwo, an Igbo farmer…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
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Americanah is the story of Ifemelu, a Nigerian girl who decides to leave her country for a period of time, to go and study in the United States in search of a…
I DON’T REMEMBER VERY WELL WHERE I WAS COMING FROM, but walking on UN Drive I came upon a deserted island on my right. Now I remember. I was coming from Miami…
