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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He always starts talking at about quarter past or half past seven in the middle…
I can’t help it. I am reading an interesting novel about a violinist who loses…
The Shadow of the Sun narrates the experiences of the Polish journalist, Ryszard Kapuscinski in…
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VICTOR, ANESA AND I TAKE UP THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM AT BLACK AND WHITE…
ONE DAY MORE In LIBERIA (ONE DAY LESS…) I am exhausted as I start to…
Cooper goes on to express her appreciation for the support and assistance received. Referring to…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
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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…
I AM WRITING FROM ACCRA, GHANA, AND I CAN SCARCELY BELIEVE THAT I AM FINALLY HERE. I am writing with bloodshot eyes, with several days’ stubble and pronounced bags under my eyes,…
Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die is a book that consists of ten stories…
Being born black can be very hard, and while there are quite a few nuances,…
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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…
Click, click. We have several photos taken with the people at the organisation and with the whole village. Those photos immortalise a great moment. Then we set off to see the cassava…
