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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Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a…
“IT’S IN A STATE, MAN, GREECE IS IN A STATE,” says Frankie, a Liberian, as…
DID CONAKRY EXIST? The time had come to tour the capital city of Guinea Conakry.…
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HE SPEAKS CALMLY, KEEPING THE SAME TONE OF VOICE THROUGHOUT. He moves his hands slowly,…
WE LEAVE GBARNGA BEHIND. It hits us that this time we are going for good…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
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RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and the sand, dodging dilapidated huts, I would brush against the zinc ceilings that were caving in. Sometimes…
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…
Things Fall Apart is a classic piece of African literature, and why not, of world…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel what it is? An airport, a kaleidoscopic space, a mental multiplication, a neurological trampoline. And meanwhile, I…
Sometimes we think ahead and this time, before going to the best beach in Buchanan, we head to the “restaurant” owned by the Lebanese man so he can prepare us some food…
