On Leaving Balham

The first time I ever set foot in Balham I was coming to look at the half-built bookshop I was about to take over. I had spent the previous few weeks on a half-hearted ‘induction’, visiting various Oxfam bookshops around London during which legions of volunteers had taken the opportunity to inform me that I was shortly…

Lambeth in 1910

Here are some postcards that we have been given showing familiar places in Lambeth over a hundred years ago. It is fascinating how many places are recognisable. Available for sale through our website.

Pop-Up Reading

On Monday the 23rd of March we will be hosting some students from Middlesex University who will be reading some of their original work. We hope this will be a fun few hours in which the shop will be filled with the sound of new ideas and innovative writing. They will be with us between 1pm…

March Book Group

Apologies for the late update! This month we’ll be discussing Slowness by Milan Kundera on Wednesday the 25th of March. Tea and coffee will be provided but you fancy something a little stronger, bring your own. We meet at 7.30pm in the shop. We don’t require any commitment so if you don’t fancy this book…

Dava Sobel

The Planets by Dava Sobel My planet fetish began, as best I can recall, in third grade, at age eight – right around the time I learned that earth had siblings in space, just as I had older brothers in high school and college. The presence of the neighbouring worlds was a revelation at once…

Janet Lewis

Girl Help by Janet Lewis (from The World Split Open, edited by Louise Bernikow) Mild and slow and young, She moves about the room, And stirs the summer dust With her wide broom. In the warm, lofted air, Soft lips together pressed, Soft wispy hair, She stops to rest. And stops to breathe, Amid the…

Elizabeth Jenkins

The Tortoise and the Hare by Elizabeth Jenkins The sunlight of late September filled the pale, formal streets between Portland Place and Manchester. The sky was a burning blue yet the still air was chill. A gold chestnut fan sailed down from some unseen tree and tinkled on the pavement. In the small antique-dealer’s a…