I’ve been re-editing a book I wrote and published via Booktrope a few years before they went out of business, The Graduation Present. Of the plot, Colm Herron wrote:
A hapless hopeless romantic American girl called Riley O’Tannen heads for Europe to get a taste of the old world and instead encounters her drunken uncle who keeps a mistress, her randy aunt who keeps a gigolo and a dead CIA man whose boss is a raving homosexual.
Which is what happened decades ago except for the dead guy and minus a few cousins. Such is the dilemma when your write a “semi-autobiographical” piece. 
I did travel to Germany unprepared for the realities of life in an occupied country. I did have to pry my uncle from the bar every night and listen to my aunt sing the praises of her lover’s magical tongue “oh what it could do …” My uncle’s boss was rumored to be a CIA operative, and he was a dead ringer in looks and manner for Truman Capote. But, as to the rest, well, I could say time has warped my memory but the truth is, a bit of imagination was applied. Perhaps too much.
When you write a book with at least one character recognizable to family and friends, be prepared. 
“You made me out to be quite the putz,” my uncle complained shortly after the book was published. Ironically if he’d read through to the end and not just the first couple of chapters he would have realized that Riley O’Tannen was the putz and not him. Still it gave me pause. I know writers who will not base a character on someone they know until that person was dead and gone. Even then, it’s difficult.
“And how about that evil burgermeister. I don’t remember him,” my uncle continued.
“I made him up.”
“Then that other story about me pimping you out for dinner…”
“The truth. You said ‘look at all those lonely officers. They’d love to take a pretty girl to dinner. Why should I have to feed you all the time?'”
Number one travel book when I first went to Europe.
“I don’t remember.” Sadly he didn’t mention the people who were missing from the story, my young cousins neither of whom survived unscathed from that time. When you tell a semi-autobiographical story those are the choices you face. Who to spare and who to expose. Uncle Bob, who now preaches the gospel of Trump in a Walmart parking lot down in Tampa, has repented and been saved. He’s never without an eight ounce glass of gin and makes gross jokes about women’s body parts, but in the church of the almighty Trump all you need to do is speak in tongues and all is forgiven. Plus, he was born with a teflon hide.
Happy Hour at the Officer’s Club, Worms Germany 1970
And the dead man? He’s here with me now. He sits with eyes tunneling into the night sky as we ride through Switzerland time and time again and see no stars, just a cold and apathetic landscape. Toward the end, he’d been relegated to a seat at the table reserved for those with frozen boots who couldn’t move on. They are the best people for a writer to know.
I relieved him of his misery. I killed him. I let him die in a place where he’d known happy times and not in a Veteran’s hospital. And that’s what writers do. But should we?
Saying nothing in particular 
I loved this book.
Thank you Billie! Hope the New Year brings much joy!
I also really like The Graduation Present. Hoping the re-editing is going well and that it’s enjoyable too. Will be happy to see TGP back in print!!
It’s all very interesting 💜🌹
Thank you Willow. Hope this holiday you are surrounded with love and magic!
Thank you J I give the very same for you my friend 😀💜💜
I’m reading an autobiographical novel now. Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, by Jeanette Winterson. When I finish it I’ll track down an interview or two to find out how much she made up.
Thank you. It’s hard to know after many years. You just try to capture the essence of the experience.
I love this!
Wow. Sounds interesting.
I wish my life was interesting enough to pen.
I’m sure it is. Jane Austen’s life was not exciting at all – the trick is to take the everyday and mundane and give it magic.
Look forward to reading the re-edited book! Families should be more supportive of their own. Bad publicity is still publicity 😉
Hope you have a fantastic holidays!
We had a great Christmas, thanks! Except all the little ones had colds and were more than delighted to share with me.
Oh those free colds! Hope they stay behind in 2018.
Fun to hear the backstory of your characters, Jan, you had me smiling as usual. Cheers to a great new year filled with juicy characters, loads of inspiration, and productive days at the keyboard.
Thanks Jet. I wish the same for you!
I hope the editing is going well (and your cold is over), JT.
Wishing you a Happy 2019! 🙂 xo
Thank you! Happy New Year to you as well!
Jan, it sounds like you have been more than a little busy. In a good way though. Anyway, I wanted to wish you a very Happy New Year. So…HAPPY NEW YEAR my friend! :O)
Thanks Paul! I hope this next go-round the sun is a great one for you and your family! Bringing you all joy and good health!
Thank you, Jan. :O)
Is that so… In this case tell it all. 🙂 In my family everybody is boring or nobody is telling… My father never even smoke pot in the times when everybody had some in the drawer, he had a neck-tie in his. One never knew.
As they say, still waters run deep! Could be lots they’re not telling!