Jill Krementz: John Updike at work, n.d.
Now there’s a man who loves his typewriter. Look at those eyes. ‘Don’t touch my typewriter,’ they say. ‘Ever.’
Jill Krementz: John Updike at work, n.d.
Now there’s a man who loves his typewriter. Look at those eyes. ‘Don’t touch my typewriter,’ they say. ‘Ever.’
Fan of this kid, too. His prose is magnificent. If I could write, I’d write like him.
We miss you, Updike.
Not nearly this beautiful, for sure.
Beautiful. What’s your writing space like?
Now there’s a man who loves his typewriter. Look at those eyes. ‘Don’t touch my typewriter,’ they say. ‘Ever.’