The New York Times published an article late last month, Click, Clack, Ding, Sigh, about Generation Y’s affection for manual typewriters.
I, too, love the sound of manual typewriters. We had one growing up, but they stopped making the ribbons for it and it stayed in its suitcase throughout my childhood and youth. I think it was eventually sold off in a garage sale.
In high school, I learned to type on an electric typewriter. Corrective tape was glorious! Also, does anyone remember what a big deal it was when Liquid Paper started offering their product in yellow, pink, blue and goldenrod? Bureaucracies the world over were in heaven. I must say Liquid Paper served me well in college. When I was broke, I used it to give myself French manicures.
Here is an excerpt from the article by Jessica Bruder:
“I’m in love with all of them,” said Louis Smith, 28, a lanky drummer from Williamsburg. Five minutes later, he had bought a dark blue 1968 Smith Corona Galaxie II for $150. “It’s about permanence, not being able to hit delete,” he explained. “You have to have some conviction in your thoughts. And that’s my whole philosophy of typewriters…”
What’s your best typewriter memory?