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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I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
Now. I walk down the hill of UN Drive towards my house in Mamba Point…
RUN. RUN. When we ran in Monrovia in among the shacks, trampling the earth and…
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AT FIRST I THOUGHT THAT THE BODY THAT LAY THERE MUST BE THAT WOMAN WHO…
Just as I was leaving the office in Mamba Point, in Liberia, a guy turns…
Going back to Helene Cooper’s life, it became considerably more complicated when the Liberian civil…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
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Things Fall Apart is a novel that narrates the story of Okonkwo, an Igbo farmer and warrior who settled in the fictitious village of Umuofia (Nigeria) at some point between 1860 and…
CAN I SAY SOMETHING? Imagine an airport. Can you think of an airport and feel what it is? An airport, a kaleidoscopic space, a mental multiplication, a neurological trampoline. And meanwhile, I…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
Doe’s government had never been stable and had always run the risk of being overthrown…
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It’s the brakes. A steel voice informs me that something is wrong with the brake fluid. My car is not up to it, or perhaps it’s just melancholic. And since then, I…
What is it that’s so important you have to say? Well, here goes. Friends, readers, comrades and others, it’s time for me to take off the mask! The time has come for…
