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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VICTOR, ANESA AND I TAKE UP THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM AT BLACK AND WHITE…
BUT LOOK WHO’S THERE. As I walk into the Red Lion I spot Ramon sitting…
There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
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At first we did not talk. Never ever. Not even whenever I’d set foot in…
HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
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ONE DAY MORE In LIBERIA (ONE DAY LESS…) I am exhausted as I start to write. It’s been a hard day again and the last thing I fancy doing is tapping away…
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…
The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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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…
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…
