There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…

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.
I left everything to become a writer, join me on this adventure.
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
There’s a certain military feel to the air, and people who come and go, smiling all over the place. To be exact, we are in the room that is trying to be…
I COULD BARELY SEE IT. But, according to Samory, the tall, skinny building rising up behind us had been the Presidential Palace. I turned around and for a fleeting moment I managed…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a young teenage boy called Camara Laye. Laye is a Malinké Muslim from Guinea (Guinea-Conakry) who is growing…
“BECAUSE IF NOT, I’LL DIE”. Sitting at a round, plastic table. We drink some Club Beers. Our pupils dilate and take on the form of small sugared ovals. That go up and…