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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RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
The granite tiles at the Zaventem airport in Brussels are a stranger colour every time…
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It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake…
WHY AM I SAYING ON EDGE IF EVERYTHING IS CALM IN LIBERIA? IS EVERYTHING CALM…
Heart of Darkness narrates the story of a sailor named Marlow, who one day decides…
Another aspect that did not convince me in Heart of Darkness is the fact that…
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“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the Sajj. I gulped down one more Club beer and felt apprehensively ready to hit the night in…
THE FOOD TAKES A WHILE TO COME. The food sometimes takes a while to come in Liberia. So instead of having lunch, we keep making our way into Nimba County and head…
Americanah is the story of Ifemelu, a Nigerian girl who decides to leave her country…
This novel also considers how most utopian dreams of liberation in the recently independent Africa…
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I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up because I usually go jogging a few times a week around UN Drive. The Liberian guy also…
They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again. They say that when the war broke out she chose to stay in Monrovia. They say that…
