Anne Kavan is inevitably smiling in photographs.It was that smile which initially intrigued me. I was browsing through My Madness when I saw the photo that served as the frontispiece. It shows a rather smart
middle-aged woman beaming away at the camera. The contrast between the blurb which alluded to drug addiction, mental breakdown and confinement in psychiatric institutions and the photograph of a lady who obviously lunched at expensive Kensington restaurants was tooincongruous. Here, I felt, was a mystery. I brought the book and went home to found out something about the enigmatic Anna Kavan.