Same books, different readings

The trouble with Elizabeth Young's dismissal of almost all recent and contemporary British fiction and the accompanying media puffery (Books, 12 July) is that those who agree with her general verdict, as I do, will disagree about her particular examples. Thus I find Will Self and Stewart Home increasingly unreadable, while I find Penelope Lively and Sebastian Faulks continually enjoyable. And there were surely more than only two good new writers after the Second World War, including at least Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson.

Anna Freeman
Leighton Buzzard

This article first appeared in the 19 July 1999 issue of the New Statesman, The transport row: who is to blame?