Some writers seek the limelight, craving its warming glow. Some writers are indifferent to the plaudits of the world, quietly going about their craft without any hoopla. Then there are those mysterious scribblers who actively shun center stage, living as recluses and hermits.
Such a journalist is Peter Coy, who toils for the New York Times, writing a newsletter on economics.
And there you have all that is actually known of the man!
Where he was born; where he grew up; who his parents were; what schools he attended; what his hobbies and ambitions are; even his current city of residence -- all information on him is as a rebus, with nothing but obscure hints and clues to guide the erstwhile biographer.
In twenty-five years of journalism, his only personal revelation has been three simple words: "Everything is economics."
Some have speculated that Peter Coy is not a professional journalist at all, but merely an algorithm developed by M.I.T. to predict economic patterns. These algorithms are fleshed out by an A.I. program to read like prose.
Others speculate that Mr. Coy withdrew from society after a torrid love affair went wrong. And that when he goes out in public he veils his face with black crepe, while dolefully whispering "Excelsior!" Such a figure has been sighted at Barney Greengrass, noshing on smoked whitefish.
Still others claim the man known as Peter Coy is a Cold War spy emeritus, who has been allowed to slip into the quiet grayness of an economics maven -- impersonating a harmless drudge and pencil pusher to throw his old Iron Curtain adversaries off the scent.
But no one can say for certain just what this mystery man is all about - what moves him, scares him, delights him, or puts him to sleep.
Recently, a cult named "Discover Peter Coy" has developed in midtown Manhattan. Members wear cowls and ring cow bells in a vain attempt to summon Mr. Coy, in the belief that he will then grant them debt relief from student loans and Mastercard charges. Federal authorities believe these zealots are also involved in the recent FTX debacle, and are using Peter Coy's name as a smokescreen for their nefarious economic depredations.
Whatever the truth may be about Peter Coy, there is no doubt his newsletter is real. And very popular. It is followed avidly by the Chief Usher and his underlings at the White House. At the Minnesota Nice Cafe in Bemidji, Minnesota, Coy's newsletter is served as a lagniappe, along with the coleslaw.
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