A Sydney institution that was at least as responsible for my education as any university, Gleebooks, started as a rambling, dusty secondhand shop on Glebe Point Road. (It now seems to make most of its money from the new book store, although it still has a secondhand branch. It doesn’t seem as exciting as it once did, but that’s probably because I’ve changed rather than because it has.)
And now it is usefully on the web, with streaming audio of its talks by authors. One to check back on…
Hat-tip to Personal Political.
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