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Well, this is weird. National Review is running an interview with economist Deirdre McCloskey, who has just released volume two of a six-volume account of the birth and flourishing of the bourgeoisie and its transformation of the modern world. The interview is worth reading for its own sake, but there’s something particularly strange about it.
I hadn’t heard of her before. I probably should have, but I simply had no idea who she was. Now, those of you who do know who she is will think I’m making this up, but I swear I’m not–I went into that completely unaware. But as I was reading, I was thinking, “This woman does not think like a woman. Who is she?”
I Googled her and discovered that in fact, she used to be Donald McCloskey.
I had absolutely no way of knowing that, and yet–I swear to you–it was my first, unprompted reaction, not on seeing her photo, but on reading about six paragraphs of her writing.
I don’t know what tipped me off. Is it that only men, in their superb creativity and vanity–God bless them!–would ever conceive of writing a six-volume magnum opus explaining the birth and flourishing of the bourgeoisie and its subsequent transformation of the modern world? Or is it something else? Can you figure out from that interview how I knew that?