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 HAVE HAD A FEW DRINKS TOO MANY, and shit, now I forgot what I…
DID CONAKRY EXIST? The time had come to tour the capital city of Guinea Conakry.…
The Shadow of the Sun narrates the experiences of the Polish journalist, Ryszard Kapuscinski in…
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I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up…
THE TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
Nonetheless, there are also a series of characters that are respectably accomplished. This is the…
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VICTOR, ANESA AND I TAKE UP THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM AT BLACK AND WHITE FORMING A TRIANGLE. We start dancing with energy. Here, in Buchanan, in Black and White you have…
“NO. IT’S NOT MALARIA,” said Drazen, dripping, “it’s something else. Something cold that gets in your bones.” Only the food, which finally arrived in the form of chicken, rice and cassava fish,…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite…
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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…
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MONROVIA, LIBERIA. IN THE MIDDLE OF DEPRIVATION AND AN IMMORTAL ENERGY, we get out the Toyotas Prado and make our way to a crumbling school that was hosting…
