....I love John Irving, too. He would like to see himself as a New England version of Dickens, I think. This isn't a bad reference point in my view..
I've never liked all of them though. Some seem to capture my attention straight away, and others simply do not. I don't know why, as superficially they all seem to be of similar ilk.
...the books that I love included A Son Of The Circus, Widow Of One Year, Garp, and Cider House Rules.
For some inexplicable reason I could never quite get the hang of Owen Meany, or Hotel New Hampshire, despite multiple tries.
...as for Anne Tyler there are a number of her books (as yet unread) gathering dust on the 'to read' shelf. Lots of folk seem to recommend them, hence the slow accumulation of tomes, and the lurking intention to indulge.
Maybe this summer I'll read 'em. Or maybe it'll be Vonnegut or Julian Barnes again.
(for those amongst you who like a bet, I wouldn't put it on Tyler. Just a little inside tip)