The Book Magazine provides an opportunity to vote for the person whom you consider to be the greatest living British writer (link from Bookslut).
As usual with such things, the list is a bit of a nonsense. If I've counted right, there are 58 names on it.
Nine of those 58 are names which don't even ring the faintest bell with me. I didn't even know they were writers.
I have read, in the sense of at least dipped into (and often heaved into a far corner of the room), books by 21 of the names.
And there are only five writers listed whose next book I would definitely want to read.
None of which stopped me voting, of course. And I shall certainly complain when the wrong person is declared the winner.