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
COME, COME IN. WELCOME TO MY HOME ON UN DRIVE. This salmon coloured sofa is…
WE LEAVE GBARNGA BEHIND. It hits us that this time we are going for good…
“NO. IT’S NOT MALARIA,” said Drazen, dripping, “it’s something else. Something cold that gets in…
Africa
I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
SAMUEL IS THE BOSS. That’s what I realise on the next day from the way…
Heart of Darkness narrates the story of a sailor named Marlow, who one day decides…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
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At first we did not talk. Never ever. Not even whenever I’d set foot in his motley Nissan Sunny, which was attempting to be yellow and I’d make some friendly, open comment.…
IT’S HERE. Rick comes to fetch me in the morning at the Hilltop Hotel in Gbarnga and we get into the Toyota Land Cruiser. Vroom, vroom. We set off for the compound…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
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I can’t help it. I am reading an interesting novel about a violinist who loses his talent out of the blue, but I cannot help it. Pages fourteen and fifteen have been…
THE GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED TO SKILFULLY FIND OUR WAY IN. It was still light, but the sun was gently setting in…
