The Electric Typewriter
Great articles and essays by the world's best journalists and writers.by Michael Chabon
When I was twelve or thirteen I went to the T-shirt counter at McCrory’s dime store, in the Columbia Mall, and had them print me up a custom one, using heat-transfer letters and a steam press…
by Michael Chabon
I don’t know what a woman needs to do to impel a perfect stranger to inform her in the grocery store that she is a really good mom. Perhaps perform an emergency tracheotomy with a Bic pen on her eldest child while simultaneously nursing her infant and buying two weeks’ worth of healthy but appealing breaktime snacks for the entire cast of Lion King, Jr.
by Michael Chabon
I slid the first record from its sleeve, touching only the label, and eased it like a pan of nitro onto the black rubber turntable pad. I pushed the chunky button, and the gears engaged with a whirr, and like a sentient thing the tonearm lowered the stylus right into the outermost groove of the record.
by Michael Chabon
There may never again be a tedium so wretched and marvelous as that produced by television in the heyday of the aerial.
by Michael Chabon
“Promise me that you will never do this to a girlfriend, when you have a girlfriend. If you say that you are going to call her, you have to call her.”
by Michael Chabon
The future, by definition, does not exist. It is always just an idea, a proposal, a scenario.
by Michael Chabon
…and all that I needed to effect the change was to fasten a terry-cloth beach towel around my neck…
