In May 2010, a New York writer named Skye Ferrante learned that he was welcome to remain a member of The Writers Room — a quiet, communal space for writers willing to pay a $1,400 annual fee — as long as he gave up his 1929 Royal typewriter. “No one wants to work around the clacking of a typewriter,” the Writers Room’s executive director told the New York Daily News. Ferrante was offered the choice of switching to a laptop, or leaving the Writers Room; he chose to leave. In honor of Ferrante’s stand, enjoy a tribute to the funky old machines.
Above: William Faulkner works on a screenplay at his typewriter on a balcony, Hollywood, California, early 1940s.