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…
It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake…
THE FOOD TAKES A WHILE TO COME. The food sometimes takes a while to come…
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IT’S FULL OF PIGS. That’s what we found upon arrival at the next village, Green…
I COULD BARELY SEE IT. But, according to Samory, the tall, skinny building rising up…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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MONIQUE, THE WOMAN WHO HATED (AND LOVED) GUINEA CONAKRY, had allowed another truce with this country on disclosing to me, “if you go to Conakry, go to the islands: an authentic oasis”.…
The Beautyful ones are not yet born by Ayi-Kweih-Armah is a novel that tells the story of a railway traffic control clerk in Ghana, who is disenchanted with life and the course of events…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
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FOR A WHILE NOW I HAVE TRIED TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT AFRICAN LITERATURE, a far from simple exploration for a European dominated by the White canon. And now here, in Accra…
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…
