Both my father and I had the opportunity to work at Argosy Bookshop over the years — he during his stint as a beatnik Villager in the 1960s, me as a collegiate summer intern in the early 2000s. What a wonderful spot in NYC! There’s a great piece in the June 23, 2014, issue of The New Yorker that really captures the spirit of the place and the three lively sisters who still run it.

LINK:

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2014/06/23/140623fa_fact_malcolm