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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“BECAUSE IF NOT, I’LL DIE”. Sitting at a round, plastic table. We drink some Club…
I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
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COME, COME IN. WELCOME TO MY HOME ON UN DRIVE. This salmon coloured sofa is…
I KNOW RIGHT FROM THE START THAT JOKERS IS NOT MY KIND OF BAR. The…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once wrote about Liberia in his masterpiece, The Shadow of the Sun. How he’d be decapitated if he…
It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake fluid. My car is not up to it, or perhaps it’s just melancholic. And since then, I…
The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
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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…
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…
