In 2003, as the culmination of a London literary lecture series, the various contributors were asked to vote for a favorite among their number the writer's writer, if you will. This secret ballot included such dissimilar authors as Germaine Greer, Doris Lessing, Carlos Fuentes, Helen Fielding and myself. The winner was Nick Hornby; his prize, a first edition of Charles Dickens' David Copperfield.
Both the accolade and the trophy were fitting: like Dickens, Hornby, 47, is an unashamedly popular English author who unites his country's readers, critics and fellow authors in open affection. And like Dickens he...
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