It took me far longer than it should have, but I have finally read a collection of short stories by Robert Aickman (1914-1981). Though the 1960s and 1970s, he published 48 supernatural tales, some of which are acknowledged as classics, that were collected in 8 volumes. These collections were hard to find until last year, when new editions finally came out. I picked up the first of these, Dark Entries, and devoured it last week.
I was doubly intrigued to read Aickman’s work. Not only is he highly regarded by some of the greatest weird fiction writers of our time such as Neil Gaiman, Ramsey Campbell and Peter Straub, he comes from an impressive lineage: his grandfather is none other than Richard Marsh, the master of the macabre that I’ve obsessively written about many times on this blog.
On this first outing, though, I have to admit that I was a little underwhelmed. There are stories of undeniable brilliance, but an equal number of stories that I found primarily baffling. Let’s summarize each of them…




