I still remember my father taking me to Dundrum Bookshop on the Main Street to cash in the book vouchers I’d won for a school prize. I bought a collected Sylvia Plath, a collected T. S. Eliot, and two volumes of Mary Lavin’s short stories. Had I been left to my own devices, I think I might have blown the vouchers on the more ephemeral texts designed to attract the attention of a 16 year old girl. But I still have, and read, the books he recommended I buy.
I’m not sure if it was Liz Meldon who cashed up the vouchers on this occasion or whether her involvement in Dundrum Bookshop was a few years then in the future. But I’d like to think it was her, for I could feel then that next Wednesday I will come full circle when I read from The Crocodile at her current premises, the Rathgar Bookshop, where she also sells plants grown at Tibradden by Oliver and Liat Schurmann. So if you fancy a glass of wine and some entertainment, and a few perennials for your garden, come along for 7.30 pm start.