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Dialogue Books | Paul Mendez on Why He Loves Independent Bookshops

This Independent Bookshop Week we sat down with Dialogue Books debut author, Paul Mendez to discuss his love of bookshops. Paul Mendez was born and raised in the Black Country. He now lives in London and is studying for an MA in Black British Writing at Goldsmiths, University of London. He has been a performing member of two theatre companies, and worked as a voice actor, appearing on audiobooks by Andrea Levy, Paul Theroux and Ben Okri, most recently recording Ian Wright’s A Life in Football for Hachette Audio. As a writer, he has contributed to the Times Literary Supplement and the Brixton Review of BooksRainbow Milk is his debut novel.


Since writing this, Paul has been able to go out and finally see his first novel, Rainbow Milk, on the shelves of a real life bookshop – his local, Daunt’s.

‘Though the lockdown period has been a busy one for me, I’ve still had time to miss certain things I took for granted before the last week of March, such as the freedom to pop into my local Daunt to buy a book I didn’t need, the fresh air helping me to finish a frustrating sentence back at my desk. I miss the flowing wine, conversation and nibbles at colleagues’ launches at Burley Fisher, Gay’s the Word or John Sandoe, even that moment when you’re packed in listening to a reading with an empty glass, realising you need the toilet, bouche amused by truffle crisps now out of reach. When will I see again so tightly curated a selection of books as there is on display at the Black Cultural Archives, that makes me want to buy them all even if I have a lot of them already, or stumble across a long-established treasure I’d never known about, like Housmans, where I can find anything from anticapitalist polemics to radical intersectional feminist manifestos? That’s before I even mourn the loss of our once-regular trips outside London, in search of more art or a medieval church, where we’d soon gravitate to the local second-hand or antiquarian, smelling the smells and finding nearly-new books at a fraction of the cover price.
I have a lot of books. I’m surrounded by them, piled up on the floor, on my bedside table, my bookcases full, the gaps above the standing books stuffed. But I still can’t wait to get back out to my favourite independents to discover new voices, new ideas, new inspirations.’