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 DON’T REMEMBER VERY WELL WHERE I WAS COMING FROM, but walking on UN Drive…
WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? Jungle? Rainforest? Forest? Wilderness? Luxuriant foliage? There is definitely no…
Just as I was leaving the office in Mamba Point, in Liberia, a guy turns…
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CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel…
THE TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
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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…
“I have typhus, not today.” “Cool, come and watch the match then.” The first message is from Jacques, implying we will not be playing our usual game of tennis at the Ocean…
Heart of Darkness narrates the story of a sailor named Marlow, who one day decides…
Nonetheless, there are also a series of characters that are respectably accomplished. This is the…
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THE TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I place the receiver to my ear, and the receptionist tells me that a driver is waiting for…
GOAL. Goooal!!!! That was a goooooal !!! Goooooooal!!! The whole Samuel Doe Stadium erupts. It’s party time. We embrace, we’re all Liberians today and we are dancing with everyone. Gilberto is engaging…
