Matheson is alive! Praise Jesus!
No actually, my earlier intel was just faulty. Apologies.
Book was great. Nice prose. Cool insights. Loved his grasp on emotions, and the stages of being alone. Loved the honesty of raging desire turning to blah abstinence. Been there! Totally ahead of its time. And Lost has cribbed from it, which makes sense given it heavily influenced Steven King.
Really interesting IDEAS, none of which made it into the movie except for one: that after years of solitude, Robert forgot how to be social with other humans. Brilliantly executed, and made all the better for the other human being an attractive woman. Geez, I was almost rooting for him to rape her. Or the dog. Or the mural.
All in all, the novella would make a great movie.
Cue Joker-esque laughter of Hollywood madness echoing through the labyrinth of Development Hell.
Why so sad, Writer?