Nostalgia: Abigail Thomas Tries to Understand Her Reaction to Old Work

By Abigail Thomas

I have been looking through a mess of writing for a lost poem, and come across a story so old that the paper is the color of weak tea. I recognize the typeface from the Olympia typewriter I found on 110th Street and managed to lug back to my apartment. God knows how many years ago that was. I loved that thing, it was as big and heavy and honorable as one of those beautiful old cash registers you never see anymore.  I wrote poems and stories on that typewriter until the c...