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 WATERFALL DROPS SPECTACULARLY ONTO THE LAKE and can be observed from two wooden hammocks…
“BECAUSE IF NOT, I’LL DIE”. Sitting at a round, plastic table. We drink some Club…
Africa
THE WATERFALL DROPS SPECTACULARLY ONTO THE LAKE and can be observed from two wooden hammocks…
“I have typhus, not today.” “Cool, come and watch the match then.” The first message…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
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“I have typhus, not today.” “Cool, come and watch the match then.” The first message is from Jacques, implying we will not be playing our usual game of tennis at the Ocean…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to six friends of her, she says “the six of them helped me figure out what I wanted…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite simply a novel) written by the journalist and diplomatic correspondent of the New York Times, Helene Cooper.…
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…
