love(d) their portable - and not-so-portable - typewriters.
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As a child, I lived inside books. Then I grew up, and little changed but the books themselves. They spill off the shelves in my cottage, make cliffs at the side of the stairs and build towers by my bed. This is their story.
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Love the photos!
I love these photos too - especially the one of Margaret Mitchell as I am currently immersed in Gone with the Wind.
I'm glad you're enjoying them - they're fabulous, aren't they? I love William Faulkner, splayed out in the garden, topless but be-socked.
There's something really romantic about a typewriter. It's been years since I wrote on one, but I do sometimes wonder what it would be like to do it again. Brilliant pics, K x
Aww, look at how cute the young Alan Bennett was. I would have asked him out. But would he have accepted?
I know - he looks like something out of an E M Forster novel. He doesn't seem THAT involved in what he's writing, though - I think he'd have gone for a quick latte with you ;)
What a great post. Thanks for putting together the pictures. I love the one of Sylvia Plath. It just really captures her and her writing.
Ooh I love these! My mother had a typewriter, we used to play on all the time as kids! Love these images! ;)
These photographs are really wonderful - thanks for sharing
Hannah
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