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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“GUINEA? WHY GUINEA? Why would you complicate your life?” the Lebanese landlord asked me, frowning…
I can’t help it. I am reading an interesting novel about a violinist who loses…
THE GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED…
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As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once…
I DON’T REMEMBER VERY WELL WHERE I WAS COMING FROM, but walking on UN Drive…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
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The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time I see them. The marble I slowly discover increasingly adopts an expression that I cannot decipher. I…
Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a triangular shape and submerged in a deep dream or horrible nightmare. It was time for lunch and…
Nonetheless, there are also a series of characters that are respectably accomplished. This is the…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
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It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake fluid. My car is not up to it, or perhaps it’s just melancholic. And since then, I…
SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS. You are walking in the middle of a Liberian road, heading in some direction and a question falls on your head in the form of a guillotine and covered…
