F YOU HELD A SHARP STICK TO MY EYE AND demanded that I name my favourite authors, I’d hum and haw and try not to sound like an oaf as I mumbled about Don Winslow and Jonathan Coe and how, when I was in my 20s and had just moved to London, I read a lot of Martin Amis because that’s what you did when you were in your 20s and had just moved to London. John Niven always makes me smile, I’d say, and Carl Hiaasen, are car books.
