I always feel vaguely cheated by first-person novels wherein the name of the narrator is not the name of the author. This is irrational, but there it is. I never claimed to be particularly rational.
...Therefore, I made myself a character in this book, using my own real name (with, of course, my permisssion). Having gone thus far, I modeled the character of my friend, roommate and manager on my real-friend, roommate, and (quondam) manager Michael Kurkland (with whom I collaborated on Ten Years to Doomsday-advt.), using, with his permission, his real name.
...Both of these characters, however, are purely ficticious. They are only based on us; they are not in reality us.
...All other persons, all places, situations and events, are 100 percent ficticious (would you believe 95%), and any resemblance to real persons, places et cetera is both ccoincidental and ridiculous.
...This si especially true of Greenwich Village, where most of this story happens. Do not be deceived: there is no Greenwich Village. Never was. Pure fiction, all of it. ask anyone who's lived there.