
Cujo (/ˈkjuːdʒoʊ/) is a 1981 psychological horror novel by American writer Stephen King about a rabid Saint Bernard. The novel won the British Fantasy Award in 1982 and was made into a film in 1983.
Eyes Wide Shut is visually captivating string theory goodness - you can lose your mind over the rainbow right quick - but also I think Arthur Schnitzler wanted a little taste of that hot secret pre-WWI Vienna action that he'd never get (I'm all about that fallacy of authorial intent).
>Stephen King discusses Cujo in On Writing, referring to it as a novel he "barely remembers writing at all." King wrote the book during the height of his struggle with alcohol addiction. King goes on to say he likes the book and wishes he could remember enjoying the good parts as he put them on the page.
I imagine that Perry probably could not remember filming many episodes/scenes.
They can also turn into coke zombies who are still able to write. Stephen King claimed that he was so out of it during that period of his life, he straight up doesn't remember writing Cujo at all[0].
It was not a horror novel like Cujo but it sort of was in its own way. It had a huge impact on me, though. I'm fairly sure it was the first book that ever made me cry.