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…
Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan,…
HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold…
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These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer…
“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
Heart of Darkness narrates the story of a sailor named Marlow, who one day decides…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
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I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On some occasions I see her. The lady, who every night slightly commits suicide on UN Drive. She…
“GUINEA? WHY GUINEA? Why would you complicate your life?” the Lebanese landlord asked me, frowning and bringing a hand to his head. “Why don’t you go to Namibia? It’s a wonderful country”.…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of…
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AT FIRST I THOUGHT THAT THE BODY THAT LAY THERE MUST BE THAT WOMAN WHO LOVES THE GENERATOR. That woman who usually spends the whole day stuck to the powerful diesel engine…
I HAD JUST BEEN TO EUROPE. I HAD JUST BEEN TO SPAIN. I HAD FELT THE HEAT. I had felt the heat. I had felt the cold. Loads of iPhones, brother. Is…
