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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As we return to the car, I share with Fred and Alex what Kapuscinski once…
“IT’S IN A STATE, MAN, GREECE IS IN A STATE,” says Frankie, a Liberian, as…
Ingrid still had not recovered and she was lying down, her body paralysed into a…
Africa
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
There’s a certain military feel to the air, and people who come and go, smiling…
Nonetheless, there are also a series of characters that are respectably accomplished. This is the…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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At first we did not talk. Never ever. Not even whenever I’d set foot in his motley Nissan Sunny, which was attempting to be yellow and I’d make some friendly, open comment.…
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…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
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Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances, different levels and social classes within the black world, the difficulty of progressing always seems to be…
I KNOW RIGHT FROM THE START THAT JOKERS IS NOT MY KIND OF BAR. The moment I step foot out of the taxi, I can sense a certain carefreeness and self-confidence in…
