Books
Following his release, Irving continued to write books, including Trial, Tom Mix and Pancho Villa, Final Argument, and Daddy's Girl. He lived in East Hampton, then San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, then Santa Fe, finally settling into a quiet and semi-reclusive life near Aspen, Colorado, where, in his own words, he "writes, paints, gardens, practices tai chi and yoga, chops firewood, and counts his blessings".
The fake autobiography was published in Santa Fe in a private edition in 1999, and went out of print, but, in March 2008, John Blake Publishing, a British company, issued Howard Hughes: The Autobiography. All the events of the experience were described in detail in Irving's The Hoax, published by The Permanent Press in 1981 (previously issued under different titles by Grove Press in New York in 1972 and Allison & Busby in London in 1977).
In 2012, Irving digitally self-published 12 of his works, some of which had never been published before, including I Remember Amnesia, Jailing: the Prison Memoirs of 00040, and Bloomberg Discovers America.
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