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 TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I…
These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer…
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
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I’ve never had to deal with them. I don’t know what they talk about. I…
HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
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I DON’T REMEMBER VERY WELL WHERE I WAS COMING FROM, but walking on UN Drive I came upon a deserted island on my right. Now I remember. I was coming from Miami…
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…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
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WHAT IS YOUR NAME? It’s true. Every time you meet a Liberian and share a few seconds of your life, maybe a few minutes, they will ask you: “Your name?” “Carlos, my…
I can’t help it. I am reading an interesting novel about a violinist who loses his talent out of the blue, but I cannot help it. Pages fourteen and fifteen have been…
