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 SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
“BECAUSE IF NOT, I’LL DIE”. Sitting at a round, plastic table. We drink some Club…
Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a…
Africa
I AM WRITING FROM ACCRA, GHANA, AND I CAN SCARCELY BELIEVE THAT I AM FINALLY…
Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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ON BRINGING MY HEAD ABOVE THE SURFACE, I DISCOVERED A GIRL WITH DREADLOCKS (the rasta style triumphed on Room Island), a girl in Bob Marley colours, green, yellow, red who slowly sat…
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…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
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These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer and you don’t know what to write about. You can see it, too. A blank, white screen…
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…
