
McCarthy recently announced that he plans to sell his Olivetti typewriter since it's showing signs of wear and tear.
A couple of years ago, while in Havana, I saw the typewriter Alejo Carpentier wrote most of his novels on. A piece of paper was still spooled around the roller, part of a manuscript page frozen in time, partially typed and intertwined like a clingy but devoted lover around the body of the machine. I remember how stirring it was to see the implement of art-making making art. Its tactileness was just so much cooler than my laptop.
It's those love hickeys, disguised as battle wounds, that stand out on McCarthy's machine.