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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The meeting will begin at eight o’clock in the morning. That’s what the green paper…
He always starts talking at about quarter past or half past seven in the middle…
FEAR IN BLACK AND WHITE. Some people have started leaving the bar, forming a scary,…
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“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
I HAD JUST BEEN TO EUROPE. I HAD JUST BEEN TO SPAIN. I HAD FELT…
Americanah is the story of Ifemelu, a Nigerian girl who decides to leave her country…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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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…
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…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel what it is? An airport, a kaleidoscopic space, a mental multiplication, a neurological trampoline. And meanwhile, I…
Did you know that the sea and air conditioning sound quite alike? When I am lying in my room wavering between the shades of dark and the air conditioning has finally stopped…
