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.
I left everything to become a writer, join me on this adventure.
Latest posts
Latests postsAfrica
ONE DAY MORE In LIBERIA (ONE DAY LESS…) I am exhausted as I start to…
The meeting will begin at eight o’clock in the morning. That’s what the green paper…
Just as I was leaving the office in Mamba Point, in Liberia, a guy turns…
Africa
THE TELEPHONE IN MY BEDROOM RINGS AT HALF PAST SIX IN THE MORNING. Irritated, I…
I KNOW RIGHT FROM THE START THAT JOKERS IS NOT MY KIND OF BAR. The…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
Don’t miss
IT’S FULL OF PIGS. That’s what we found upon arrival at the next village, Green Hill Quarry, in Liberia. The village is shaped like an L-shaped slide. It’s so inclined that it feels like…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the United States, specifically Elijah Johnson, a man with a lot of character and a bit of a…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
Don’t miss
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…
I have often felt that I was going to climb the wall in Liberia. On some occasions I see her. The lady, who every night slightly commits suicide on UN Drive. She…
