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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“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the…
I run. I run next to a European girl and a Liberian. I keep up…
Click, click. We have several photos taken with the people at the organisation and with…
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Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a…
I hit the streets once again without an umbrella in Liberia and after taking a…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
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These are the hardest days. Those days when you sit in front of the computer and you don’t know what to write about. You can see it, too. A blank, white screen…
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…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
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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…
As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once wrote about Liberia in his masterpiece, The Shadow of the Sun. How he’d be decapitated if he…
