I'm a copywriter and freelance writer living in Melbourne.
My novel, Another New York Murder, is available online.
Published February 4th 2014
A Little Piece of Bookshop Heaven
Every person who has had the good fortune to travel the world and had the pleasure of seeing some of the world's great sights will always take a part of the great places with them. They will compare these times and places and experiences to the every day.
For me, I've had the pleasure of seeing the Grand Canyon at sunrise, the Golden Gate Bridge in a stunning fog and the Yankees and the Red Sox do battle at Yankee Stadium, but the place I hold dearest and dearer in my heart is Charing Cross road in London. The strip of classically stocked bookshops appeals to all senses of my bibliophile existence. If the Nurburgring is the ultimate testing ground of the world's best cars then Charing Cross road is the standard against which the finest bookshops in the world should be judged.
Gleefully, there is a bookshop in Melbourne that can compete, at least on a nostalgic level, with these classics and that is Bradstreet's Books in Glenferrie Road Hawthorn.
Bibliophile Man Cave
Sitting below Glenferrie station and tucked away from the prying eyes of the foot traffic along Glenferrie road, Bradstreet's is like a perfect little cave you, the intrepid traveller, will happen across and know there is great treasure inside.
Down to the leadlight windows and the bell on the door, you will be met by the proprietor sitting proudly behind a counter covered in the sort of chattels the non-bibliophilic amongst us are known to call clutter but what we know as books, books from all manner of subjects, books he has no doubt just got in and books to go out. This is a place where, like the world itself, literature always seems to be coming and going. Where great literature is yours to take home and treasure.
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The orange penguins staring down at you from their high perches, modern first editions with plastic covers on their dust jackets forming a bond together after years on a shelf that form an unbreakable patina. Ladders need to be traversed in order to access some of the loftier tomes, important books which will look good on your shelves and will be sure to impress generations of dinner party guests.
There's a creaky staircase that leads to greater riches upstairs and a pokey and cluttered den of magnificence. Here you will find children's, military, biographies, literary criticism as well as various other topics spread around like an elderly relative's scattering house. A place where one could easily curl up and disappear only to be found twenty years later like some sort of bibliophilic Rip Van Winkle, having not missed a thing, being kept company by the greatest literature the world has produced.