Roman a clef as a literary technique

I grew up feeling that to write about what you had lived was wrong. I had been told to write what I know. If I didn’t know anything, then make it up and figure it out later. It may seem weird, but I felt bad lying when I wrote fiction. If I wanted to write about a new kind of supersonic fighter jet with a rudimentary artificial intelligence being flown by the world’s last test pilot, I ought to at least go to the trouble of learning about those three things before I considered telling the story. Anything less would be a lie. What if someone other than me read the story and liked it and then went to be a test pilot, or went to study artificial intelligence, or wanted to design a new kind of supersonic fighter, and then they went and found out not only was I wrong, but I flat out lied. I couldn’t live with that. I understand that Jules Verne got it wrong. I understand that even Isaac Asimov got it wrong. But they used the information they had at the time so they were no more wrong than anyone else.
I’ve spent all of my free time, and some time that I was paid for, learning a little bit of everything because I needed to write what I knew and not what I had experienced or felt.
Then I start to read about the writers. James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, F.Scott Fitzgerald, Salman Rushdie, Virginia Wolf. Kingsley Amis. Martin Amis. Vladimir Nabokov. Dante Aligheri. They all, to a greater or less degree, mined their own experiences and feelings to create great works of literature. They wrote works they openly referred to as roman a clefs, but all of their work could be considered to be that to a degree. They still created art. They created work that people could relate to. As I read more and more of them and about them I became less and less concerned about what people would think if I wrote about what I felt or experienced.
I think I could write a roman a clef. Not on a level of any of those folks listed above. But I think I could pull it off and make it seem more real than what actually happened.

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