For many years, Robert Aickman has been one of my four favourite fiction
writers (with Elizabeth Bowen, Marcel Proust and Thomas Ligotti).
His stories, for me, are not Weird in the sense of the Weird tradition but
Strange/Absurd and I think Aickman has far more in common with Ligotti than
he does with, say, Machen or MR James or Blackwood.
It is is pointless to fathom one writer's assumed view of another writer,
but to compare the works as pure texts and then release any specific genre
/ authorial shackles from any consideration of them. Chasing the noumenon
of each canon of works. Immersing oneself in them without any didactic
follow-through. My above four favourite writers are (were), of course,
separate people, but their works can work better when morphed together in
the mind. Aickman (for me) is one of the four cornerstones of the plinth -
and other writers' texts contribute their own 'forms' to the gestalt
sculpture (for all of us) eventually on that plinth.