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72 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2002
Three and a half years later, I came home to America. It was July 1974, and when I unpacked my bags that first afternoon in New York, I discovered that my little Hermes typewriter had been destroyed. The cover was smashed in, the keys were mangled and twisted out of shape, and there was no hope of ever having it repaired.
I couldn't afford to buy a new typewriter. I rarely had much money in those days, bu at that particular moment I was dead broke.
A couple of nights later, an old college friend invited me to his apartment for dinner. At some point during out conversation, I mentioned what had happened to my typewriter, and he told me that he had one in the closet that he didn't use anymore. It had been given to him as a graduation present from junior high school in 1962. If I wanted to buy it from him, he said, he would be glad to sell it to me.
There is no point talking about computers and word processors. Early on, I was temped to buy one of those marvels for myself, but too many friends told me horror stories about pushing the wrong button and wiping out a day's work - or a month's work - and I heard one too many warnings about sudden power failures that could erase an entire manuscript in less than half a second. I have never been good with machines, and I knew that if there was a wrong button to be pushed, I would eventually push it.
So I held on to my old typewriter, and the 1980s became the 1990s. One by one, all my friends switched over to Macs and IBMs. I began to look like an enemy of progress, the last pagan holdout in a world of digital converts. My friends made fun of me for resisting the new ways. When they weren't called me a curmudgeon, they called me a reactionary and a stubborn old goat. I didn't care. What was good for them wasn't necessarily good for me, I said. Why should i change when I was perfectly happy as I was?
It was never my intention to turn my typewriter into a heroic figure. That is the work of Sam Messer, a man who stepped into my house one day and fell in love with a machine....