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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There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
IT’S HERE. Rick comes to fetch me in the morning at the Hilltop Hotel in…
As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once…
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There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
HE RAISES HIS HAND. In the middle of the trial, the man with the gold…
Things Fall Apart is a novel that narrates the story of Okonkwo, an Igbo farmer…
Despite a number of negative consequences, Powers also discovers that these same development projects are…
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SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS. You are walking in the middle of a Liberian road, heading in some direction and a question falls on your head in the form of a guillotine and covered…
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…
Despite a number of negative consequences, Powers also discovers that these same development projects are…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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They say that nobody ever saw that Spanish woman who worked for the embassy again. They say that when the war broke out she chose to stay in Monrovia. They say that…
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…
