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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Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point…
I HAD JUST BEEN TO EUROPE. I HAD JUST BEEN TO SPAIN. I HAD FELT…
What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers,…
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There is someone in the kitchen. It’s a young man of medium height. His name…
WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? Jungle? Rainforest? Forest? Wilderness? Luxuriant foliage? There is definitely no…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Helene Cooper tells us that she had ancestors on the colonisation ships coming from the…
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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…
The word Party encapsulates the meaning of the universe. The idea of a party offers an opportunity to escape from the powerful and dictatorial god by the name of Routine. When the…
Murder in the Cassava Patch is a very good african literature work, and tells the story…
Another aspect that did not convince me in Heart of Darkness is the fact that…
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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…
“We are going out tonight,” says François as he grabs onto my arm at the Sajj. I gulped down one more Club beer and felt apprehensively ready to hit the night in…
