After his film work, Thompson remained in
California for the rest of his life, drifting away from writing his increasingly unpopular novels and eventually moving to
television programs and
novelizations: he would take any writing job to pay the bills.
In the 1970s, Thompson wrote his two final books,
King Blood and
White Mother, Black Son, neither of which was published during his life. Even his longtime supporters in the publishing industry thought the books were poorly written. In 1970, Thompson was flown to
Robert Redford's Utah residence. Redford hired him to write a motion picture script about the life of a
hobo during the
Great Depression. Thompson was paid $10,000 for his script
Bo, though it was never produced.
Motion picture writer/director
Sam Fuller expressed an interest in adapting
The Getaway for the screen, and Polito notes that Fuller so admired the novel that he quipped, half-seriously, that he could use the novel itself as a
shooting script. Eventually,
Sam Peckinpah was slated to direct
The Getaway.
In many regards,
The Getaway was a frustrating repeat of his earlier experience with Kubrick. Thompson wrote a script, but McQueen rejected it as too reliant on dialogue, with not enough action. Though
Walter Hill was given the sole script credit, Thompson insisted that much of his script ended up in the film. Thompson sought
Writer's Guild arbitration but the Guild ultimately ruled against him. In the end, the film was heavily
bowdlerized from Thompson's original vision and as King writes, "if you have seen only the film version of
The Getaway, you have no idea of the existential horrors awaiting Doc and Carol McCoy at the point where
Sam Peckinpah ended the story."
Thompson actually appeared in the 1975 movie
Farewell my Lovely starring Robert Mitchum. He played the character Judge Baxter Wilson Grayle. When Thompson's fortunes were fading, he made the acquaintance of writer
Harlan Ellison who had long admired Thompson's books. Though Thompson still drank heavily (preferring to meet at the famed writer's haunt
Musso & Frank's) and Ellison was a
teetotaler (preferring
fast food restaurants), they often met for meals and conversation.
Though Thompson's books were falling out of print in the United States, the
French had discovered his works. Though they were not runaway bestsellers in France, his books did sell well enough in that country to keep a trickle of
royalties flowing towards Thompson. Incidentally, Polito also debunks the myth that Thompson was not paid well for his works: Thompson's pay, he notes, was roughly in line with what writers of similar works received during that era. Rather, Thompson's drinking and general instability is what left him destitute.
Thompson died after a series of
strokes at age 71, aggravated by his long-term
alcoholism. He refused to eat for some time prior to his death, and this self-inflicted
starvation contributed greatly to his demise. At the time of his death none of his novels were in print in his home country.