His shirt, worn proudly, read: "Careful, you may wind up in my memoirs."
During memoir-ization, real people become stand-ins, shadows, wisps of smoke.
Any attempt to provide an accurate, three-dimensional portrait of a real person in prose ultimately fails. All we can give is a shorthand.
During the production of autobiography, writers' ability to distinguish reality from nonfiction deteriorates, & they press themselves between their pages.
If they're not careful, they could wind up in their own memoirs.