No-one bothered to write a review for this on Goodreads? OK, I can see that when I think about it. It's not a narcissistic and boastful book, since it's not about Jan Guillou, it's about his alter ego, Erik Ponti. So, it's basically an alter-narcissistic and alter-boastful book. Guillou could write already in the 70's, but the problem is that he wrote as complicated, stiff and long-winding even then.
My lasting memory of this story is when Erik's colleague manages to lure two missioning Jehova's witnesses girls into his bedroom and have sex with them. Maybe says more about me about 30 years ago than the book. Then again, maybe not.