My thoughts about the story, perhaps interesting to any future reader trying to decipher the "mysterianism" here, a la these two analyses of sci-fi short stories, or my own attempts at exegeses of videogames like Braid or The Witness. Consider the following also as a token of thanks for all the enjoyment I've recieved from reading Gwern's various analyses over the years.
[Reposting and expanding on my reply from HN]
Regarding coal futures: more likely a reference to the quixotism of "selling coal to Newcastle"[1], and by extension to that famous Irish-American Quixote, Timothy Dexter, who indeed did so, and broke a miner's strike thereby. The similarities probably end there; Mr Rosier was clearly a literate man, and Mr Dexter decidedly was not.
As for the final baseball anecdote, I think you've misread it. It is not from the point of view of the batter, but the catcher -- the anonymous narrator was a boy watching the game from the stands, and he caught the ball at the final moment. It is unarguably the 12 year old Mr Rosier; this would have been during his "youth gang" era, and he tells us that
>Whiston is glaring daggers at me: I will suffer eternally for letting them down. The other guys look away at the stand ...
-- Whiston is one of his boyhood friends, and prior to this incident Mr Rosier disappointed them in some way. Catching that ball was a singular moment of glory, on which he dwelled for the rest of his life, looming larger and larger in his mind until it could no longer be contained, but spilled out into a vast museum cataloguing everything connected to that instant. It was his "Rosebud". Everything about the war, Poland, etc is a red herring. He founded the museum precisely 30 years after the game, at the age of 42, possibly brought on by a midlife crisis. This is the hidden "atrocious or banal reality" behind the story, of the kind imagined by Borges and Casares that fateful evening in Buenos Aires.
It's a funny inversion of Ezra Buckley's project from Tlön: while Buckley's ambition was the secret invention of an entire planet, the more humble Mr Rosier contented himself with the public preservation of an infinitesimal point in time and space (one which, per The Aleph, contains all other points in time and space, and through it they may be perfectly understood). Buckley's motivation was an explicit rebellion against a God he didn't believe in; by analogy I conjecture that Mr Rosier was quietly a believer, and his museum was a kind of temple in which, by meditating on one single speck of God's creation, he might glorify the whole. I imagine the squabbling of the "pacifist" and "militarist" academics (both having missed the point so literally and completely) was a source of endless amusement for him in his old age.
As a post-script, I had to look up the meaning of manqué on Wiktionary, whereupon I experienced an uncanny feeling of vertigo at seeing a usage example quoted from an essay on Nikolai Fedorov. At once it unlocked the LW angle of the story: ancestor simulations.
Kudos for going so in-depth on this.
And finally: why is October the First "too late"?
None of the speculations here seem convincing to me. I'd expect there to be a simple "key" that "unlocks" the story and clearly makes its overall meaning clear (see Suzanne Delage), and none of this feels like it fits.
One element that struck with me, which you don't mention, is:
[T]he Institute attempts a radical re-centering of the human condition upon this pataphysical temporal locus, an eternal September. Everything is coming to be, or has become, through the 30th of September, 1939. There is no camel which, followed for long enough through the desert of the real, with honesty and integrity, does not go through the eye of that needle.
To me, that evokes Laplace's demon, the idea that precisely learning the state of the universe at one moment would let you run it forwards or backwards arbitrarily[1]. Perhaps it'd make sense to take the Institute's mission seriously, and try to figure out what it is they're actually trying to do?
(Though the Laplace's-demon angle on things makes the "too late" idea even less sensible: it's never too late, collecting the full knowledge of the state at any moment would let you unlock/anchor the whole history. So if something like this were the goal, re-centering the temporal locus on a day in a more information-rich era would be a much better approach.)
This doesn't actually work under QM. Or, at least, doesn't work from inside an Everett branch, since the information needed to exactly calculate forward evolution is spread throughout the whole amplitude distribution.
“Clarity didn’t work, trying mysterianism” is the title of a short story by Scott Alexander
Was it the title? I always thought Scott used the phrase as commentary on why he was posting the story, same as gwern is doing here. As in, he tried to clearly say "an omnipresent personal AI agent that observes your life and directly tells you the best way to act in every situation you encounter would be a bad thing because building up your own mind into being able to overcome challenging situations is necessary for a meaningful life", people didn't buy it, and then he went "okay, let's try this untitled short story to illustrate the idea".
For this gwern thing though, I've no idea what the failed preceding non-mysterian attempt was.
(Seeing Gwern publish something titled "October The First Is Too Late" was as alarming as a dozen Sam Altman vaguetweets.)
I appreciate everyone's comments here, they were very helpful. I've heavily revised the story to fix the issues with it, and hopefully it will be more satisfactory now.
Clarity didn't work, trying mysterianism