Audiobook Narration_The Other Typist by Suzanne Rindell
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New England - Boston, Providence)Transcript
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they said the typewriter would unsexy us one look of the device itself, and you might understand how they, the self appointed keepers of female virtue and morality that is, might have reached such a conclusion. Your average typewriter, be it Underwood, Royal, Remington or Corona is a stern thing full of gravity. It's boxy angles coming straight to the point with no trace of curve, a cious tomfoolery or feminine whimsy. Add to that that share violence of its iron arms, flacking away the page with unforgiving force. Unforgiving. Yes, forgiving is not the typewriters duty. I don't suppose I know much about the business off forgiveness either, as my job has so much to do with the other end of it. Confessions. I mean, not that I extract, um, that is for the sergeant to do or for the lieutenant detective to dio. But it is not for me to do. Mine is a silent job. Silent. That is, unless you consider the gunshot clacking of the typewriter that sits before me as I transcribed from a roll of steno type paper. But even then, I am not the originator of this ruckus, as after all I am only a woman. Ah, phenomenon. The sergeant seems to observe on Leah's. We are exiting the interrogation room when he touches my shoulder gently and says, with great and solemn dignity. I am sorry, Rose. That is a lady miss here. Such things he means the rape, the robbery, whatever it is we've just heard confessed at our precinct, located in the Bar of Manhattan in what is known as the Lower East Side, were rarely left wanting for more crimes to here. I know that when the sergeant uses the term lady, he's being kind.