1. Robert Irvine - Host of Dinner Impossible on the Food Network has admitted that he is not a Knight Commander of the Royal Victorian Order, has not cooked for the Queen or the President, doesn't own a castle and it appears the culinary institute he touts may be a paper mill. In other words basically every claim to professional qualification is made up. Whether or not his name is actually Robert Irvine is yet to be determined.
2. Margaret B. Jones - Author of Love and Consequences, her memoir of growing up the Half-White / Half- Native American foster child of drug running gang members in South Central LA was recently praised for telling a powerful story of resilience and love. Unfortunately it was all lies. She didn't grow up in South Central LA, she went to private school, she was never a foster child and she never ran drugs and she is white. Oh and her name really isn't Jones. It's Seltzer. It sounds like her book could have been a good novel so why push it as a memoir?
3. Misha Defonseca - Author of "Misha: A Mémoire of the Holocaust Years"
Published in 1997, Misha is about a Jewish girl from Brussels who walked across Europe by herself during World War II and spent months living in the forest. Like Fragments, it's the story of a vulnerable child, alone in the world, who travels great distances and faces perils as chilling as they are difficult to verify. Even if you forget for a moment that Defonseca has two prolonged encounters with wolves in war-torn Europe, her story strains credulity: She walks from Belgium to Ukraine, sneaks into and out of the Warsaw Ghetto, and stabs to death a Nazi rapist who attacks her—all between ages 7 and 11.
Turns out she didn't live with wolves, wasn't Jewish, probably wasn't raped by Nazi's and didn't track one down and kill him.
Anyway all of these people have now blown it and I just have to wonder why.