Guess who isn’t coming to dinner?

Kim at Reading Matters is currently running a poll on "if you could invite one author to dinner, who would you choose"? So far, "none of the above" is easily winning, with Dan Brown coming a poor second.

Kim is wondering how on Earth Dan Brown could be second (after "none"). Well, look at the options: John Banville, Zadie Smith, Paul Auster, Anne Tyler, Barbara Vine (aka Ruth Rendell) and David Mitchell. One may well have a view on the merit of the books written by these authors, but in terms of dinner companions, they pale by comparison with the thoughts of a meal with Minx, Skint, et al. (Hovis and gin, delightful — easy on the Hovis in my case).

I am emphatically not a fan of the books of Will Self, but I would take odds that he’s a more rewarding dinner companion than those listed in the poll. (Frank will be relieved that Bill Kaufmann did not get an invite.)

Of course, my vote would be for JKR:  honorary witch, author supreme, mother and generally brilliant person in virtually all of what she says — which isn’t much, or often, or PC, and all the more welcome for it.

9 thoughts on “Guess who isn’t coming to dinner?

  1. I’d invite John Lawton. Hell, I’d even outsource the dinner preparations to get him there. (I’m not that good at cooking for one, let alone two…)
    Why? Because I simply love his books (the “Troy” series), and (2), I have more specific searches for an author on my blog, for Lawton, than any other.
    This is because he has little/negligible net presence. When I see the searches, I’m so pleased as I know that I am not in a minute minority. Others love his books as much as I do, as they took the time to make the search.
    When I read his first book, “Black Out”, set during the second world war, I imagined he was beating a path to his own grave, such was the wonderful evocation of the period in question. I really thought he was old enough to have been there.
    But, no. He’s much younger than that, (now in his late 50s, I believe), and the novels are a testament to his extensive and brilliantly detailed research.
    I love his “Troy” character and I love the “Troy family” – with every story in the series being such a wonderfully deep read.
    After Lawton, I’d seek out Ian Rankin. Unsullied by the celebrity atmosphere that is so in evidence these days, he remains down to earth and his Rebus books continue to catch the moment, here in the UK.
    Another advantage: I’ve read he likes Angel Delight, so I wouldn’t need to outsource the dinner arrangements. I can whisk on demand. But most of all, as for Lawton, the hidden author, I’d be so very interested in what Rankin has to say for himself.
    I can do a decent bolognese/chilli con carne/Sunday roast with gravy if anyone’s interested?

  2. Well, what more do you want then?
    Hovis, gin and Angel Delight, I’m in but could you invite Margaret Attwood and if you wouldn’t mind performing an exhumation on Jack Kerouac I’d be obliged!

  3. bring your own SAS and I’ll supply the cawl – we’ll talk about art and literature and big brother and become known as the Petrona set . . .

  4. LOL, I see a menu developing here! Looks like Angel Delight is definitely the pud of choice. How about a sort of Neopolitan arrangement with chocolate, caramel and strawberry flavours?

  5. Stella, Skint? Surely not, we shall drink Absinthe dahling and the world shall remember us not for what we wrote but how we wrote it!!!

  6. LOL Minx, I thought Skint meant “the” SAS, which had put another slant on it for me…

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