September 13, 2021:
I'm reading a book written by a former colleague I think poorly of.
She speaks well, is hugely ambitious, can't be trusted, doesn't know her head from a hole in the ground.
Her book is a fraud. Pages of assertions, unsubstantiated. Non-sequiturs, myths. Badly written. Dull as dry sand.
Written for a cult. For a milieu who communicate only with one another, ever. I'm sure she received nothing but positive feedback for her drafts. Therein the origin of the myths she uncritically repeats. They're the bedrock of the inward, parochial culture she personifies.