When the Guardian referred to Martin Amis as 'Britain's greatest living author' last week, one reader was so outraged she threatened to emigrate - or worse. So if not Amis, who? Stephen Moss assesses the field.
Who gives a toss?
Especially when elsewhere in the paper there's a piece on some notably
'OMG they didn't!' Oscar awards and non-awards.
One really has to wait for the passing tides of fashion and influence to recede to make the judgements about lasting value.
Was there not a time when
Bulwer-Lytton must have been considered at least a strong contender for the title of
Greatest Living Author?