Writing Machines & Guys Named Bill
Another old soldier -- and prolific writer -- made it through one last
Memorial Day, if not quite to D-Day. The New York Times and Associated Press report that William Manchester died yesterday (June 1).
Someplace on my uncle's bookshelf is my passed-along copy of Goodbye Darkness, Manchester's account of his years as a
Marine in World War II, which he gave me as a thank-you for some office help. I hope one part of that "help" didn't do any harm.
In the early 1980s at Wesleyan University, he was writer-in-residence
and I was working downstairs behind a door that said
"Telecommunications Center," trying to decide if I was a journalist or
an anthropologist or a technologist. (I eventually found a path down
the middle.)
As a grad student turned AV-geek, I did a few minor jobs for him, the
last of which inspires this memorial note, with the others worth a few
sentences to set the stage.
One of my strongest memories is of the ancient Underwood typewriter on his desk,
and his telling me he had a matching one at home. He was that attached
to the keyboard layout and feel. Those were the right machines to pound
out biographies of Kennedy, MacArthur and Churchill.
My first "call from Bill" assignment, via my boss Bob White, was simple: Manchester wanted some audio cassettes duplicated; no
fast-dubbing allowed. These had to be top-quality real-time copies, so
I listened while they played. The tapes were all old songs, World War
II classics like "We'll Meet Again," and "(There'll Be Bluebirds Over)
The White Cliffs of Dover." "They're for Bill Shirer,"
Manchester told me later. For those two old soldiers (with old
typewriters), I'm glad I
engaged in a little pre-Napster copyright infringement. I hope the
songs brought back memories that fit into a book somewhere.
The second call was, "Do you know anything about telephone answering
machines?" I had to admit to knowing very little, but I walked into his
office and noticed two things: The machine's lights were on, and the
carpet was clean. Yes, the cleaning crew had knocked a telephone wire
loose at vacuum-cleaner level. I plugged it in; the machine worked, and I felt
like a wizard. (Ten years later I remembered the experience
when half of a
magazine newsroom's Appletalk network was down one morning. Clean carpet; same problem -- and I was a minor hero again.)
Now that I was clearly a technology whiz, Mr. Manchester had one more
assignment for me. The phone call went something like this:
"Bill Zinsser tells me I ought to try one of these 'word processors.' Do we have them?"
It was 1983, and the "word processor" Zinsser had been using down at
Yale was an IBM Displaywriter. He wrote a book about the experience,
including the startling discovery of what could happen to a day's work
when the machine crashed. A technical support person's best advice was,
"re-type what you did this morning." She seemed surprised to learn
Zinsser was "writing," as he put it in his book, "from out of my head."
"Well," she said, "your stuff was just out in the electricity and it's gone."
"Oh," I said.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zinsser."
"Me too, Kathy."
I knew I could prepare my "client" named Bill better than Kathy had
prepared hers. I told Mr. Manchester about Wesleyan's DECwriters
for office word processing, and that it had some Osborne microcomputers
that ran WordStar, and that it was starting to get some AT&T DOS
machines with Word Perfect.
However, for someone who had never watched his words appear on a
computer screen, the the easiest place to start would be a flight of
stairs away in a public terminal room connected to the DEC 20
mainframe. (Why his office was in the Classics department and why
Classics was in the Science Tower are the kinds of questions that made
Wesleyan a wonderful place.)
Perhaps because the first "word processors" had been specialized office
computers, the program running on the mainframe was called a "word
processor simulator," WPSIM for short. It's creator was a guy named
Doug Bigelow whose wife was a journalist. I'd been an "early adopter"
after coming to Wesleyan from my own newspaper reporting job, and kept
nagging Doug for new features while using his program to write a
master's thesis. Now I was putting out a newsletter for Wesleyan
Osborne WordStar users, and my next career step was going to be into
the software industry.
So, I got Mr. Manchester the paperwork for a DEC-20 account, then took
him down the hall to a room full of Adds Viewpoint terminals and fired
up WPSIM.
My old Royal manual typewriters had been important to me for 10 years.
I had hated the newspaper's switch to IBM Selectrics that seemed to
help me make more mistakes per minute. But I fell in love with writing
on a computer terminal, first with ATEX and then WPsim, then WordStar.
Perhaps it was the right tool for my cluttered mind. I could write
terrible first drafts, then go back and drag things around, thanks to
the ease of editing and rewriting on the computer. I thought that might
be a selling point to a man who was finicky about his pre-war
Underwoods. (They were pre-WW One, I think.)
I sat next to him, curious to see what he'd tap into the new machine --
some random "keyboard feel" test like "asdfg ;lkjh" or something that
crams the whole alphabet into a line about a quick red fox or "pack my
box with five dozen liquor jugs."
Nothing like that came out of William Manchester's fingers. He had me
type his login and password (which I've just realized I stll
remember!), then I passed him the light plastic keyboard...
Maybe it was Marine discipline. Maybe there was just no clutter.
Maybe
he was just from a different generation of writers. His first words
flowed into full sentences. He filled the screen without stopping,
punctuation firmly in place, lines of glowing letters describing a full
scene -- June 6,
1944, a beach in Normandy. I suspect the paragraph was his morning's
work, taking shape not "out in the electricity," but inside, probably
as part of
his Churchill biography. I should read it and see if a paragraph about
D-Day looks familiar.
I'm glad to see that someone is taking on the task of completing Manchester's third Churchill volume. For some time he hadn't
thought anyone else would be up to the task, and he knew he wasn't well
enough to finish it himself after having a stroke. His obituary mentions that Paul Reid, a
writer at The Palm Beach Post, has the assignment.
I'm tempted to call Mr. Reid's answering machine, if it's working, and ask
what word processor -- or old typewriter -- he uses. At this point, I'd
recommend the
Underwood over Word Perfect, which was what Manchester (or his
secretary) was using the last time I wandered by his office. But if his collaborator ever needs that
DEC-20 password or Doug Bigelow's e-mail address, I guess it'd be OK to tell him.
(After a quick first draft, I've come back to drag some words
around a couple of times, including linking to the longer Times obituary instead of the AP version. Last change 6/6/04)
Note: William Zinsser's anecdote is from Writing with a Word Processor (Harper, 1983),
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