When I was a child I would often fall asleep to the sound of metal typebars hammering on paper. The clack clack clack of words in motion. A cacophony of heavy blows and jabs that ricocheted from wall ...

ROME—Like most obsessions, collecting typewriters started as a passing fancy when an old Olivetti Studio 44 sitting on a table at the Porta Portese flea market in central Rome caught my eye back in ...

Writing on a typewriter is a transient thing, like a short-lived but brightly burning and clamorous love affair. Once the thing is written, the paper is removed from the typewriter and the two things ...

Keith Ferrer was seven years old the first time he saw one. It was in the Philippines, at a relative’s restaurant in Davao City. The restaurant was shutting down, and there, among the things to go, ...