I was reading this the other day and a couple of bits stood out:
Certainly sounds familiar. Unfortunately, with Roberts' self-confessed tendency to surround himself with yes-men, and in the absence of any publisher supervision, there's no one to keep his fantasies reined-in, and here we are.
a fantasist is much more than a liar. We all lie sometimes, to protect ourselves, or gain some advantage, or to spare someone’s feelings, or to get rid of a cold-caller. (I recommend feigning a heart attack.) Liars lie for a purpose, but fantasists just make things up. True, the fiction usually adds to some cathedral of self-aggrandisement that they’re building, but they tend not to plan the lie beforehand. It leaps out of some instinctual lobe of their brain, in a split second.
Also, the liar knows he is lying, before and after, whereas, for the fantasist, the moment the lie leaves his lips it transforms itself into incontrovertible truth. Fantasists need this alchemy because they are narcissists who can never, never be wrong. When their fragile narrative is challenged they have a tendency to turn nasty
Certainly sounds familiar. Unfortunately, with Roberts' self-confessed tendency to surround himself with yes-men, and in the absence of any publisher supervision, there's no one to keep his fantasies reined-in, and here we are.