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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It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake…
THE WATERFALL DROPS SPECTACULARLY ONTO THE LAKE and can be observed from two wooden hammocks…
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
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BUT LOOK WHO’S THERE. As I walk into the Red Lion I spot Ramon sitting…
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MONROVIA, LIBERIA. IN THE MIDDLE OF DEPRIVATION AND AN IMMORTAL ENERGY,…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
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I GENTLY WALK INTO THE MINISTRY OF LAND, MINES AND ENERGY in Liberia, but nobody sees me. They are all there, but nobody sees me. They are asleep. The secretary, receptionist or whatever…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories on different subjects of everyday African and Liberian reality, many of which can be extrapolated to the…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
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THE GATES WERE CLOSING AT THE POLLING STATION SET UP AT WATERSIDE, BUT WE MANAGED TO SKILFULLY FIND OUR WAY IN. It was still light, but the sun was gently setting in…
What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers, comrades and others, it’s time for me to take off the mask! The time has come for…
