When her publisher Peter Owen asked her why her fiction worlds had turned even more to the dystopic, she had allegedly said something like "That's how I see the world now." It's interesting this show is being named "Scarcity of Love," it's a very little known Kavan, not her best work, I believe a sort of fairytale Snow Queen starring her perpetual evil mother figure, a bit of revenge fantasy after her mother died. Peter Owen didn't want to publish it, and I think it was published on a vanity press that then went under.
If you are just reading this now and have never read Kavan, I would read, of what is readily available: 1)Asylum Piece 2) Who are You? and 3) Ice, all available really expensively on Peter Owen. (Hey Peter Owen, you should start an American imprint so your books are not like $25 for paperbacks! As I would love to teach Kavan! As she is my favorite!) I smuggled all my gold Peter Owen Kavan paperbacks from London.
Here is an essay I wrote on Kavan like now about 6 years ago, when I was in London I tagged along with John often to the British Library, and I read every Kavan book there was, for an essay I wrote for Dalkey's CONTEXT, it was my first work of literary journalism, and I didn't realize at the time reading 17 books might make a 2500 essay pretty difficult to write. Reading Anna Kavan and also everything I read in the BL, the notebooks of Elizabeth Smart and By Grand Central Station, Nicole Brossard, Monique Wittig, and then at Foyle's Jean Rhys, Malina, Ann Quin, Elfriede Jelinek, irreparably changed me and baptized me.