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A couple of months ago, the following correspondence took place. I knew, of course, what sort of publication The New Yorker is, and based on the very first question I was certain that my name would be mentioned, no matter what. Hence, to forestall any possible misrepresentation, I decided to reply. But I refused to simply talk and insisted on doing things in writing so that I could later prove what was and wasn’t said.
Dear Professor Hoppe,
I’m a writer at The New Yorker who is working on a story about the political blogger Curtis Yarvin. Mr. Yarvin has described you to me as one of his biggest influences. I just finished reading Democracy: The God That Failed, and it is evident just how influential it has been on his work. I’d be grateful to speak with you for the story about your philosophy and its influence on the neoreactionary movement here in the United States. Are there some windows you might be free to speak this week?
With thanks,
Ava Kofman
Dear Mrs. Kofman,
I am aware that I had an influence on Yarvin and we also once briefly met several years ago. I have not followed his development closely since then. For my taste his writing has always been a bit too flowery and rambling.
As regards your request, I live in Europe, am a low-tech person and are currently ill in bed with some sort of flu. However I might be able to answer a couple of questions per email correspondence.
Sincerely
HHH ….
And here, then, is The New Yorker.
Now I can see why economists and political philosophers just do not want to deal with progressive/lefty/collectivist/Marxist/socialist/communist/murderer magazine writers. Hoppe was wise enough to insist on doing this in writing so you could compare what was given in answers to the final product. To me, this is not a shocker, but only to be expected from progressive/lefty/collectivist/Marxist/socialist/communist/murderers. They lie and they lie a lot about everything they can lie about. Personally, anything a progressive/lefty/collectivist/Marxist/socialist/communist/murderer writes or says to me, I treat like the wind. Do you listen to the wind?