Image via WikipediaI should have addressed the envelope to ‘Lana Peters’ at 280 Ladbroke Grove, but I didn’t,
and the package I sent out from the London Review’s offices in the spring of 1992 was instead addressed to Svetlana Allilueva.
Several days later, I heard that she was angry I’d used her better-known name.
Worse, a story then appeared in the Evening Standard, which said that Stalin’s daughter was living in a halfway house in Notting Hill.
Had I helped blow her cover? I apologised. She asked me to tea.
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