THERE WAS AN OLD TYPEWRITER at my paternal grandparents’ house, upstairs, in the bedroom that had been my father’s. The typewriter fascinated me as a machine, an intricate assembly of interconnected parts, and I spent hours pushing its keys to try to figure out how the parts were linked and how the whole assemblage worked.
Babbington Review 4
Babbington Review 4
Babbington Review 4
THERE WAS AN OLD TYPEWRITER at my paternal grandparents’ house, upstairs, in the bedroom that had been my father’s. The typewriter fascinated me as a machine, an intricate assembly of interconnected parts, and I spent hours pushing its keys to try to figure out how the parts were linked and how the whole assemblage worked.