Robert McCrum's two-year-long project of listing The 100 best novels: from Bunyan's pilgrim to Carey's Ned Kelly -- which, as the small(er) print clarifies considers only 'the 100 greatest English-language novels of all time' [emphasis added] (quite the caveat, one would think, but hey ...) -- has apparently now reached its conclusion; there is no convenient one-page list of the 100 titles (because that would be too ... convenient) but you can find them starting here.
McCrum admits to getting off track over the course of compiling his classics -- "I cursed the leniency I had exercised towards the novels published between 1880 and 1930", and he acknowledges "a few howlers, several regrets" -- and of course its a terribly subjective exercise, regardless.
Certainly of some interest, but, yeah ... not my top 100, by a long shot.
McCrum admits to getting off track over the course of compiling his classics -- "I cursed the leniency I had exercised towards the novels published between 1880 and 1930", and he acknowledges "a few howlers, several regrets" -- and of course its a terribly subjective exercise, regardless.
Certainly of some interest, but, yeah ... not my top 100, by a long shot.