From an obit on the BBC website:
As many have observed, Jeffrey Archer, who has died aged 86, led a life as colourful as the plot in one of his novels.
He was, at one time or other, a senior Conservative politician, a best-selling author, a peer of the realm, and a convicted perjurer.
Possessed of huge drive, vast wealth and immense personal charm, Archer bounced back from disaster and, more than once, rebuilt a shattered life.
But for all his talents, he will be remembered as a man affected by a defective moral compass, whose public humiliation was entirely self-inflicted.
Few critics praised Archer's prose style, his sense of humour, or the emotional depth of his characters.
But none could match his talent for relentless, aspirational, rags-to-riches plots that, once started, could not be put down.
Lord Archer often appeared incapable of separating autobiographical fact from fantasy in his continuing drive for public recognition.
He died a wealthy man, albeit one whom very few trusted.
From an obit on the website of India’s The Statesman:
In his novels, the hero is usually wronged and then wins. In his own life, Archer often did the wronging. And yet he kept winning back an audience. That says something about him, and something about us.