I hasten to clarify that not all atheists are intolerant or cranks. The hate mail generated by HIDEAWAY came entirely from atheists. The correspondents were intolerant cranks if they had agreed with something I’d written, I would have been obliged to have my soul flushed, sanitized, and sandblasted. I am basically a mellow guy who hopes that his work will in some humble way have a positive effect on the lives of my readers–and that I will be allowed to conduct my life without the constant company of heavily armed bodyguards.īy the time I received ten such missives, I realized that these hate letters were badges of honor.

I was dismayed that my book had offended. The volume of hate was never so great that the postal service had to deliver it in eighteen-wheelers–a mere fifty letters–but it satisfied. Thank you for reading books on BookFrom.HIDEAWAY was the first novel of mine that elicited a pleasing quantity of hate mail. He won’t get a dinner invitation, either. I never sent him hate mail, and I never will. Hating him, even going after him with a crow bar, could not have done the damage to him that he did to himself by abandoning the essential elements of the novel. I do not-and at the time did not-hate the director. After stripping story, character, and theme from the novel, the director and studio execs failed to replace them with anything, resulting in just a series of images and noises. My attorney’s fine work was most likely entirely responsible for our success, but in the bad-boy corner of my heart, I like to think that my letters to Mr. We could not get it out of the screen credits or prevent it from being referenced in publicity materials nevertheless, I felt we had achieved 80 percent of our objective, which was to separate me from association with their tedious, sleazy movie. Would you please assist me by sending a list of your favorite movies and the names of any starlets with whom you have done the funky monkey.īefore Hideaway was released to theaters, we got my name out of the title and out of major advertising.

I have been asked to write an article for a major American magazine to celebrate the legendary-nay, immortal-achievements of the Japanese cinema in general and of yourself in particular, with my collection of letters to you as the central theme of the piece. And I am humbly aware that your Godzilla knocked the crap out of our King Kong-which is surprising, considering the outcome of World War II, which has been over for fifty years. After all, we have only given the world Orson Welles, Frank Capra, Steven Spielberg-while you have given it Mothra. I am very excited to be having my novel filmed by an American studio owned by such an eminent Japanese entertainment entity as yours.

Hideaway by dean koontz