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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MONIQUE, THE WOMAN WHO HATED (AND LOVED) GUINEA CONAKRY, had allowed another truce with this…
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers…
I DON’T REMEMBER VERY WELL WHERE I WAS COMING FROM, but walking on UN Drive…
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WHY AM I SAYING ON EDGE IF EVERYTHING IS CALM IN LIBERIA? IS EVERYTHING CALM…
CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel…
The narrator’s voice maintains an objective and firm tone throughout, but on page 130, the…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
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Our football team has won and we’re all celebrating at the Red Lion, under the influence of Club Beers and other natural juices. Like every other day, nightfall is punctual and dictatorial.…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to six friends of her, she says “the six of them helped me figure out what I wanted…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? Jungle? Rainforest? Forest? Wilderness? Luxuriant foliage? There is definitely no word that can precisely define where I am heading to in Liberia. Countryside could be an option,…
Did you know that the sea and air conditioning sound quite alike? When I am lying in my room wavering between the shades of dark and the air conditioning has finally stopped…
