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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“GUINEA? WHY GUINEA? Why would you complicate your life?” the Lebanese landlord asked me, frowning…
There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
SAMUEL IS THE BOSS. That’s what I realise on the next day from the way…
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I hit the streets once again without an umbrella in Liberia and after taking a…
BUT LOOK WHO’S THERE. As I walk into the Red Lion I spot Ramon sitting…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite…
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THE WATERFALL DROPS SPECTACULARLY ONTO THE LAKE and can be observed from two wooden hammocks that almost enter the water as if they were airbeds. This is undoubtedly a privileged enclave, where…
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…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
The House at Sugar Beach is an autobiographical novel (it may also be considered quite…
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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…
“IT’S IN A STATE, MAN, GREECE IS IN A STATE,” says Frankie, a Liberian, as he noisily walks around his Portuguese friend, Gilberto’s kitchen in his kiwi green, scraggy shirt. “It’s in…
