However much you admire the masters of uncanny or supernatural fiction, from MR James or Henry James to Sheridan Le Fanu and Walter de la Mare, you would be hard put to imagine any of them in the vicinity of Marianne Faithfull’s bed. Not so Robert Aickman – even if only by proxy, as it were. In one of the revealing afterwords by friends that close each volume in Faber’s current reissue of Aickman’s superbly sinister “strange stories”, Leslie Gardner remembers getting to know the author, by then in his sixties, during her time as a young American talent agent in 1970s London.
Source: www.independent.co.uk
CALL ME MAGGIE 