Writing as one of the many new friends of Stevie Smith’s last fifteen years, I feel the (?mock-) apologetic tone of this collection’s title conveys a somewhat discordant image. It may derive from the fact that the industrious American editors never met her: Me Again does set an apt enough keynote for the overall miscellaneity of their compilation. And the design of the dust jacket is a delight, animated by a neat little gallery of Stevie’s vibrant line drawings, boldly printed over just the shades of bright yellow, pink and delicate sky blue with which she was wont to embellish her sketches and occasional watercolours.
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