The Imaginary Inheritance
A young man's prank about a fake Chinese inheritance snowballs into a lucrative, accidental fortune built on social perception.
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We were three friends, met together, bewailing the rigors of fortune. George, Albert, and I were young and broke. We joked about the idea of killing off a cousin in China to leave me a fortune, just to see what would happen. George and Albert spread the report. The next day, people came to congratulate me. In vain did I assert it was all a joke. My creditors suddenly stopped pressing for payment; tradesmen offered me credit; strangers offered to buy my nonexistent real estate. I quickly realized that people treat you differently when they believe you are wealthy. I ended up in a position of power where bankers managed my 'portfolio' and, through their own social games and investments, actually made me a rich man. I quietly took my place in society as possessor of a $12,000 income, and will keep it.
“The edifice so quickly raised tumbled down with equal rapidity. The best of it is... he has ended by falling into the snare he laid for others.”
This 1883 satire on the 'fake it until you make it' culture of the Pacific Northwest speaks to the performative nature of early Seattle's boom-town society. It reflects the era's obsession with capital and reputation, where perception often functioned as collateral long before the modern era of social media signaling.
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