I have written with fountain pens all my days and rare is the pen I haven’t enjoyed. Sometimes the basics need to be done, a failing of ink-flow amended or a nib adjusted, either to correct misaligned tines or in need of a little work with abrasives. That done, almost every pen suits me but some suit me better than others.
I have written about this pen before. It is known as Jacob because of its many colours. It’s a Frankenpen but all the parts come from Parker. I have made no adjustments of any kind and it suits my hand to perfection. Parker always made good nibs, often inflexible but perfectly made for the job of laying ink on paper. By all appearances this is an ordinary Parker nib, probably from the 1930s. I have examined it under a x20 loupe and it looks perfectly ordinary, yet it is not. It suits my hand as no other pen has ever done. My writing is better with this pen than it usually is. It feels as if the nib is an oblique, which I like, but it is not. There is some inexplicable mystery about this pen: why it should be so perfect for me.
Perhaps I have been fortunate enough to inherit the benefit of the original owner’ s use of the pen, gradually polishing and wearing the nib into this shape, so satisfying for me. After all, the pen is around ninety years old and probably saw much use during that time.
I often say that I love a mystery and in truth the mysteries I like best are the ones that have no clever resolution but leave me with a puzzle I can continue to mull over. Jacob is the best pen I have ever had. I don’t really care why, I am just glad that it is so.