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 GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED…
Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point…
The Shadow of the Sun narrates the experiences of the Polish journalist, Ryszard Kapuscinski in…
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Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point…
“THE SWEDES ARE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PARKING LOT,” said an early morning voice…
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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Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan, we head to the “restaurant” owned by the Lebanese man so he can prepare us some food…
HE SPEAKS CALMLY, KEEPING THE SAME TONE OF VOICE THROUGHOUT. He moves his hands slowly, only half looking at you, steadily interrupting your rushed arguments and shakes his head a couple of…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
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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…
“If you go to Kindia, you know: go up Gangan and go and see my Guinean family”, said Monique, my Belgian friend in Liberia. Despite the fact that Monique had left Guinea…
