The Electric Typewriter

Great articles and essays by the world's best journalists and writers.
29th Jul

by Meghan Daum

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The moment the rickety elevator lurched onto the sixth floor, life for me was never the same.

20th Dec

by Meghan Daum

One morning I logged on to my America Online account to find a message under the heading “is this the real meghan daum?” It came from someone with the screen name PFSlider. The body of the message consisted of five sentences, entirely in lowercase letters, of perfectly turned flattery…

14th Apr

by Meghan Daum

It was the summer of 1987, and I was in the process of learning how to drive a stick shift. My father is a composer and he allowed me to drive him to Manhattan in our Plymouth Horizon in order to drop off some lead sheets to a music copyist he worked with. The music copyist lived on West End Avenue and 104th Street, in a modest four-room apartment in a 1920s-era building. The moment the rickety elevator lurched onto the sixth floor and the copyist opened the door, life for me was never the same.