In the DNA of my family the science gene went astray. My father was a civil engineer who designed suburban roadways, but all I inherited from him was an excellent sense of direction. My cousin teaches high school science but I’ve a sneaking suspicion it’s because he likes to blow things up. I had somehow managed to avoid the nitty-gritty of most things scientific until I came to work for Cambridge.
Happy Canada Day everyone! Here’s an archive of posts by our Canadian sales rep, Pam Robinson.
Thanks to Canadian Rep Pam Robinson for pointing us to a very cool piece on a Globe and Mail blog: Samuel Beckett, Yeats, and the occult: A digression. Blogger Linda Leith points out that in Beckett’s disassociation with Ireland, he distanced himself from other Irish writers and their interest in the occult and mysticism.
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Quite a few years ago, when I was young, slim, and could easily lift boxes, I worked for the Classics Bookshop chain, in their Don Mills Centre location in Toronto. It was a busy, happening place. Over the years, it evolved with the community – it was enclosed in the late seventies, retailers opened, closed, and moved on (Classics included). On April 22, 2009 the plaza, renamed the Shops at Don Mills opened, and amongst the familiar Eastern Canada retail names is a new one from the west: McNally Robinson Booksellers.
For Canadian Rep Pam Robinson: “Much to my chagrin, after years of school instruction, dual labeling, and signage – from soup cans and cereal boxes to official government documents – I am still not bilingual in English and French.”