The Romance Of The Keyboard
It weighed the same as a boiler, and the keys were always getting jammed. Threading a ribbon turned your hands black and red. Tippex and Snopake, scissors and glue were required for the simplest documents. I bloody hated the typewriter. I do not find them remotely romantic. And yet this was the first picture my partner ever bought…
And now it has gone. The last company making typewriters is ceasing manufacture. Mark Twain was the first author ever to submit a typed manuscript with ‘Life on the Mississippi’ in 1883, and the typewriter lasted damn near a century.
I lived through the Olivetti, the IBM Golfball, the Selectric and all those awful dot-matrix readout hybrid typing devices, and now I’m very happy at my laptop. So, farewell then, unlovely metal object. Good riddance, paper. Hurrah for the Mac!