I drew a blank on Angus Wilson. The plethora of characters in Anglo-Saxon Attitudes (IIRC he has to give a list of them at the beginning) defeated me - in part due to my habit of reading in 20-minute bursts, no doubt. So I moved to his Late Call which didn't have this (for me) problem, but here I found the narrative mired in the long-forgotten minutiae of mid-20th century English life. His writing seems to be bound by those long departed times - unlike Murdoch who latches on to universally relevant issues.
Have just finished this, McEwan's latest. (Public library has loads of copies):
As always with McEwan, slight, but beautifully written. I'd be very surprised if those who come after us will be discussing it at the end of the century :-)