I love typewriters because they’re beautiful and the writer’s totem. When I was a child, my father, a reporter, had a small study upstairs and you could hear the typewriter clacking away, busy and productive, a positive presence. Sometimes he let me sit on his lap and peck at the keys. It was our piano. I also went to high school at a time when typing was an elective class. My European colleagues have always found this funny, but in a good way, as a sign of how practical Americans are. Indeed, it’s a great skill to have.
One of my favourite typewriter scenes in movies is the opening of Atonement, where the sound of typing soon mixes in with a piano. This is a book I wish I had read before seeing the movie, since knowing the twist takes the air out of it. It's a good twist, though.
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Indeed, I've not yet read the book, given the movie. But I may still try. Love your typewriter. I am the typewriter "expert" at work. (Meaning someone who knows how to use one.)
My first typewriter was a portable boxed gray Smith Corona with green keys. I wrote stories on it when I was about 9-12. Later at the airbase weather site in Ramstein I encountered a large Remington electric. It sat there looking at me every day. It was a mystery as to why it was there. But one fine day I began to write poetry on it. Last year Sierra asked her grandmother for a manual typewriter for Christmas. She found one at a yard sale. It was an almost identical Smith Corona. Talk about full circle.
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