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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WHAT SHOULD I CALL IT? Jungle? Rainforest? Forest? Wilderness? Luxuriant foliage? There is definitely no…
DID CONAKRY EXIST? The time had come to tour the capital city of Guinea Conakry.…
I SLEEP IN GBENEQUELLEH IN A TINY ROOM with no mosquito net, hoping malaria in Liberia…
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SAMUEL IS THE BOSS. That’s what I realise on the next day from the way…
SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS. You are walking in the middle of a Liberian road, heading in…
For those who have lived and worked in Liberia, or for those who are doing…
The African Child is not strictly speaking a novel, but rather an autobiography of a…
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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 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,…
Regarding the novel’s title, one wonders why beautyful and not beautiful? It seems probable that…
Blue Clay People tells the story of William Powers, a North American aid worker in…
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Murder in the Cassava Patch is a very good african literature work, and tells the story of a toxic relationship that ends in murder. Gortokai, the main character, is madly in love with Tene,…
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…
