While waiting in the car for someone today, I just managed to squeeze in a reading of the notorious "Marjorie's On Starlight". Birkin is very good with settings and small details, and has a knack for annoying characters. Enjoyable. But I didn't find the story all that horrifying, already knowing of the surprise ending from well-meaning Vault comments partly punctured that. And I couldn't but help feel some understanding with Cynthia's position and why she did what she did. "The Smell of Evil", and other stories in which sympathetic characters die, I find much more horrifying, in fact incomprehensibly unpleasant; there isn't here even, at least, the moral justice that EC horror comics would offer.
It was my mother, who was at the hospital for eye treatment.
She is, by the way, a late fan of Lovecraft and Bradbury, although not generally interested in supernatural fiction. She cannot understand, and find it sad, how such a fine writer as Lovecraft could have been confined to publication in pulp magazines at newsstands.