The Throne of Games (and Other Academic Arcana)

Once upon a time, a bold band of historians from France
called the Annales tried to crown their discipline the Queen of the Social
Sciences, but the Ivory Throne ultimately fell to the tribe called economists.
Unity was one of their tools of conquest: although some economists considered
themselves different, and identified with exotic realms like Austria and
Heterodoxis, most fought under the newly restitched banner of a Scotsman who
perished in 1790.

The neoclassicals, as the dominant caste of economists came
to be known, frequently disagreed amongst themselves, such great believers in
competition they were, about such important matters as how far away from the
ocean they plied their black arts, but against outsiders they were as solid as
the hoplite phalanx at Marathon. “We know better than all the pretenders to the
throne,” they told the people of the realm, “especially that great bitch
goddess Clio because we manipulate the same magical figures as the great
Wizards Physicks and Chymistry do. We also know a bunch of clever games that
are much more powerful than anything the Sociologists, Psychologists, or
Political Scientists can concoct. Let us lead you and we shall all live happily
ever after.” And then, in soliloquy, “though of course some much more happily
and much longer ever after than others.”

Instead of uniting under the Annales, many historians
bravely decided that they no longer wanted to live in the land of the Social
Sciences. Their legends all say that most of their academic forebears took a
gigantic linguistic turn towards the principality of Humanitas where,
ironically enough, they had to pay homage to a more philosophical set of
Frenchmen who bore names like Derrida, Foucault, and Habermas. There,
generations of their graduate students did dwell, scribbling tomes of great
erudition read only by each other and subsisting on the crumbs that trickled
down from the feasting tables of the great Wizards and the Social Sciences.

Many historians accepted this sorry state of affairs as
their lot in life but a few, called financial historians, came to believe that
if they studied topics widely considered of importance to the realm they would
find their just rewards and honors. Off they went to study the subjects the
mighty Annales had, in particular economics and its cognates business and
public policy. A few even deigned to develop clever games and to use the
magical symbols of Physicks and Chymistry but in a more nuanced and perceptive
way than most of the economists of the neoclassical caste ever could.

After the Great Misfortune that befell the realm five
harvests ago, something the neoclassical caste emphatically stated could never
happen, the new generation of financial historians have grown increasingly
restless. Like their French forebears, they know that the realm would be better
governed if they held the Ivory Throne, perhaps with the best of the Austrians
and heterdox economists as trusted Hands of the Queen. The financial historians
know how to improve corporate governance, reduce the number of people enslaved
throughout the realm and across the seas wide and narrow, and how to judge the
overall merits of different types of economic systems so that all may live as
happily as they deserve to, for a very long time. They are still too few and
too weakened by their association with Humanitas historians to seize control but
their position grows stronger every day the reigning Queen proves herself
incapable of responsibly financing her government, much less fixing the Great
Misfortune she helped to create. The recent defeat of two mighty neoclassicals
in battle against a mere apprentice, who slew them by pointing out elementary
errors in their manipulation of some of the magical figures, bodes well for financial
historians indeed.