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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ON THE UNSTOPPABLE ROAD TO INSANITY that stems from any mental insistence (please keep reading).…
WE LEAVE GBARNGA BEHIND. It hits us that this time we are going for good…
They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again.…
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I HAD JUST BEEN TO EUROPE. I HAD JUST BEEN TO SPAIN. I HAD FELT…
Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Despite a number of negative consequences, Powers also discovers that these same development projects are…
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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…
At first we did not talk. Never ever. Not even whenever I’d set foot in his motley Nissan Sunny, which was attempting to be yellow and I’d make some friendly, open comment.…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
Nonetheless, there are also a series of characters that are respectably accomplished. This is the…
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Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil war broke out, a factor that forced her to move to the United States, specifically to Knoxville,…
BUT LOOK WHO’S THERE. As I walk into the Red Lion I spot Ramon sitting opposite a German donning a dirty and scraggy beard. Only a tiny table separates them, and they…
