The typewriter of the title is not the machine, but rather
the woman who uses it. Set in 1907, typists were referred to by that name,
merged as they were in the minds of those who employed them, seen by many as
mindless adjuncts to the heavy typewriters of the day. Our protagonist is one
such typist, Frieda Wroth, who has had the good fortune to be selected by famed
novelist Henry James to take dictation on the machine. She types out his
thoughts as he wrestles with language, creating fiction out of thin air. Her
days have a boring sameness, until one day a stranger (to Frieda) upends the
routine. Morton Fullerton, handsome and charming, bustles in, and makes Frieda’s
life much more interesting. While her day to day life appears to remain
unchanged, she is now a spy receiving telepathic communication from Fullerton
in France. Despite her ability to do this, she remains amazingly unaware of
what is going on around her –especially in regard to Edith Wharton, who visits
frequently -and how Fullerton is treating her.
The author writes in a delightfully Jamesian way, with convoluted
sentences decorated with adjectives and adverbs and long words, and assumes the
reader will recognize this. He also assumes that the reader is familiar with
James life; Fullerton was a real person and it helps to know his previous
relationship with James to understand the importance of the chore he gives to
Frieda. The pace is slow-glacially so at times- and there were times when I
wished *something* would happen, and I remembered why I haven’t read all that
much of James. The book is pretty much the perfect length; Frieda has her
awakening and the ends are tied up without the book going on so long that the
style drives the modern reader, used to less florid prose, antsy with
impatience. If you like Henry James’s prose, read this book. If not, don’t.
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I struggled through James years ago. Still, this sounds interesting. Maybe a good book for those long dark days of January.
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