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 have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On…
HE SPEAKS CALMLY, KEEPING THE SAME TONE OF VOICE THROUGHOUT. He moves his hands slowly,…
“NO. IT’S NOT MALARIA,” said Drazen, dripping, “it’s something else. Something cold that gets in…
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I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On…
I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
Things Fall Apart is a novel that narrates the story of Okonkwo, an Igbo farmer…
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WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? Jungle? Rainforest? Forest? Wilderness? Luxuriant foliage? There is definitely no word that can precisely define where I am heading to in Liberia. Countryside could be an option,…
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and the sand, dodging dilapidated huts, I would brush against the zinc ceilings that were caving in. Sometimes…
Nonetheless, there are also a series of characters that are respectably accomplished. This is the…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
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Did you know that the sea and air conditioning sound quite alike? When I am lying in my room wavering between the shades of dark and the air conditioning has finally stopped…
This novel also considers how most utopian dreams of liberation in the recently independent Africa of the 1960s came crumbling down. Like many other revolutionary dreams, they wound up in nothing, including…
