Only read 5 of the 11 pages but:
Sebastian Faulks. I'm really, really hoping for better from Engleby, but Birdsong and Charlotte Gray (yes, I was stupid enough to read a second, and sounds like I'm going to try a third too) I found totally implausible. And the last third of each was like trying to swim through treacle. euuuuch.
I want to come to the defence of Marian Keyes: I've only read one of her novels, which I thought was so-so, but really pretty good of its kind - but her journalism (Under the Duvet and Further Under the Duvet) is screamingly funny. I laughed until they had to pass me the oxygen (though that also might have had something to do with me being in labour).
@SenoraParnsip: "I hate it when mediochre authors intrude on my precious reading time. It makes me feel used and cheap.". I am so with you on this.
And Dan Brown is bollocks but that is surely obvious. The National Review got it spot on.